Chapter 2: Fake Love.

Hello! everyone my name is Sam and this is the story of my wife's betrayal.

When I was young, I wasn't very good-looking or clever, but I wasn't bad either with my studies. I always had a dream of sailing on a ship and having exciting sea adventures.

So, after finishing high school, I went to sea school to study further. When I came back home for a short break before starting my service, I met Alejandra and fell in love with her. She was beautiful young red-haired women with bright face and pink lips.

However, she didn't feel the same way. When I told her my feelings, she smiled coldly and dismissed me with "I'm sorry."

After her reply, I continued speaking with sadness in my voice. "I knew I didn't have a chance. Even though my mind understood that you can't make someone like you, can you explain that to your heart?"

I had suffered through the remaining days of my vacation, knowing that I would have to leave soon and that I may never see Alejandra again. And so, when the time came to depart, I made the difficult decision to leave everything behind and start anew.

On the final days of vacation, Alejandra asked me if I still liked her. I was taken aback, but I assured her that I did. Suddenly, everything around me seemed beautiful again.

Because of my upcoming departure, we had to register for the wedding promptly. Our wedding was a simple affair, with only our parents and witnesses in attendance. but nonetheless i was over the moon.

After we got married, Alejandra and I left the town. Nine months later, Alejandra gave birth to our healthy baby boy, and I was very happy because having a son was important to me.

However, what mattered the most was that Alejandra was the one who gave birth to my son.

Having a son made me realize that my life had a purpose. I was given an apartment close to the port for my job, while Alejandra stayed at home raising our son Antoni.

Sometimes I had to go on business trips for a month, but whenever I came back, my wife and son were waiting for me. During vacations, we stayed at home or traveled to many sea sites and beaches.

After 10 years, I became a captain. My parents and wife were happy as they should be. I knew I had to go home. and we all celebrated together.

One year later, my father passed away, leaving my mother alone.

Since I was my parents' only child, I knew I had to go back home. Alejandra supported and comforted me throughout this difficult time, and I ended up resigning from my job. We went back to our hometown, where I found a job as a truck driver.

Our son, Antoni, had grown up, and Alejandra also started working. We all lived together with my mother, but four years later, she also passed away.

It was tough for me when my parents passed away, but I had to keep going and take care of my family. Tamara worked at a real estate agency, and her career was thriving.

After some time, Alejandra became the head of her department at a real estate agency, and she became the breadwinner of our household.

She went through a lot of changes during that period - she changed her hairstyle and started dressing more nicely and beautifully because she felt that as the head, she needed to look like this and express herself through her appearance and behavior.

Sometimes I felt like Alejandra was ashamed of my simple job, but I trusted her and didn't worry too much. Then came our 15th anniversary, which changed everything and shattered my happy family.

On that day, we had left Antoni at his aunt's house as I went to work in the morning. I told Alejandra that I would be home before late at night, and we planned to celebrate our 15th wedding anniversary as we always did.

I went home early in the afternoon to surprise my wife, and my boss was very understanding and let me leave work without any extra tasks on this special day.

On my way home, I bought chocolate and a special pink flower that she liked from the beginning, and a heart-shaped necklace that I custom made from a jewelry store.

It cost me seven months' worth of salary, but it was worth it as she had given me a beautiful life, a son, and supported me through all my difficult times.

So, without wasting any time I quickly unlocked the back door with keys and entered the house. As I entered, I could hear my wife talking to someone in the kitchen.

I walked into the kitchen and saw my wife, Alejandra, sitting at the table and talking to an unfamiliar man.

I thought someone was visiting, but something alerted me.

'It doesn't matter he thinks Dennis is his son.' Alejandra said quite loudly.

'It doesn't matter what he thinks. What matters is that I and you know Antoni is my son, and sooner or later, he'll find out who is his real dad. the man said.' his voice booming with confidence.

'And you know it, you left me when you found out I was pregnant.' Alejandra said with a mix of happiness and sadness.

Hearing that made me feel intense pain, as if my heart was being cut with a sharp knife and then healed, only to be crushed like an inanimate object.

When I heard what my wife said next, my world fell apart. She talked about how she had to find a way out and had to find a weak man like me for her son.

She never thought that even some sucker like me could be a good father figure to Antoni, and that she had just put up with me all these years.

When the man asked Alejandra if she still loved him, the question felt like a sharp pain in my heart.

And then she replied "yes", which was the final blow to me. My whole life with my wife and son appeared before me as a lie. It suddenly became clear why she was staying out late, dressing nicely, and always on her phone.

She never loved me. She only wanted to use me to raise her kid and provide for her when she needed it.

The man held Alejandra's head and kissed her on the lips. I confronted them with my dead face by saying, "happy anniversary, both of you" and threw the flower and the gifts i had brought on Alejandra. They were shocked and quickly moved away from each other.

I silently went back to our room, gathered my documents and clothes, and packed them into a suitcase. Without saying a word, I left the house, not wanting to face them.

As I walked away, I could hear Alejandra's screams of despair echoing behind me.

I had to end it all at once. Despite my love for Alejandra and Antoni, I couldn't handle the thought that Alejandra had been deceiving and cheating on me for years, and making me raise someone else's child as my own.

After believing for 15 years that Antoni was my son, it was hard to come to terms with the truth. I felt lonely and without a family or children. Alejandra's excuse for cheating on me only made me feel worse, like I was a fool raising someone else's child.

For the rest of the night i stayed at the hotel, I couldn't sleep as I cried like a baby with tears streaming down my face as water. It wasn't Antoni's fault, it's not the father who gave birth, but the father who raised them.

If you have a fatherly heart, you will love them as your own. But the thought of Alejandra cheating on me with other man and both of them laughing on me appeared as i raised their son as my own, had made me feel like worthless garbage and less of like a man.

she has already taken the sacred right of any man to raise his child. which made it even worse for me.

The next day, I asked for a divorce and demanded a DNA test. After a week the DNA test showed that Antoni was not my son. as much as it hursts to know but i had to do it for myself.

in this time Alejandra tried very hard to keep me and begged for my forgiveness while lying at my feet crying like a Begger.

She and her son moved to her parents' apartment. However, Alejandra continued to come to my door and kneel down almost every day.

I could see that she was filled with regret and guilt every day for what she did, but even though I saw this, I couldn't forgive her for being a cheater and a liar.

As time passed, she became more and more miserable. Her face grew dull and aged. It was clear that she was no longer the same Alejandra that I had fallen in love with.

Even her parents and friends suggested that we could have a stronger and happier family despite her betrayal and infidelity. i refused as i did not want be a sucker, who i was for 15 years.

During the divorce proceedings, Alejandra was a completely different person. In court, she sobbed and begged the judge to give us more time to reconcile, but I remained firm and we ultimately separated.

Instead of going back to my hometown, I sold my house and moved to a countryside area near the seaside in another country.

It has been four years since that incident, and now I am 45 years old. I have made good friends and even feel like they are family, including my neighbors.

But even to this day, I still miss my son Antoni and my ex-wife Alejandra. Sometimes, I cry very hard for them.

but this is life you have to fight for and endure the pain and move forward.

Note: This story has a part two as well. If you want to read it, please help reach 100 comments on this chapter.