When I discovered that my husband had been cheating on me for 5 years, my father told me to pretend to be innocent and not know anything, until my husband’s wife gave birth, and then set a trap.
It was discovered that my husband had been cheating on me for 5 years – my father’s advice helped me “play innocent”, waiting for the day the truth was revealed
Marco Cruz and I got married in 2012, living in Quezon City. He was a model husband in front of everyone: going to work on time in Makati, coming home to pick up our son in the evening, taking us to Tagaytay on weekends. All the neighbors said: “Your husband is kind, gentle, and a real family man.” I used to believe that too.
Until one day, I accidentally saw a message on his phone:
“Babe, come home, let’s eat together.”
My hands were shaking. I asked him, Marco denied it, saying his coworkers were joking. But a woman’s intuition is not wrong. I silently complied, and I felt stabbed: for 5 years, he had arranged for another woman, rented a condo in BGC for her to live in, the bills were in the name of his best friend’s company.
I collapsed. In the small room in QC, I buried my face in the pillow and cried. Tatay Jose – my father, who had experience in life – put his hand on his daughter’s shoulder:
“Son, the more you make a fuss, the more you lose. Those who cheat, sooner or later, will be caught. Just pretend you don’t know. When the baby is born, the truth will come out. At that time, you will remain strong.”
Tears fell from my eyes, obeying my father’s command. To my husband, I was still gentle; With my son Mika, I was even kinder. At night, only the pillow understood my tears.
“She gave birth”
Two years later, the bad news came: “she” had given birth to a baby boy at Makati Medical Center. Marco used “overtime, client meetings” as an excuse and was always away from home. I just kept quiet as my father had told me. Mika said, “Mommy, why don’t you come home often?” I hugged my son: “Papa is busy.”
One afternoon, I followed. In front of the hospital gate, Marco was holding a red baby, his face full of joy. Next to him was “her” – Rhea – with triumphant eyes. I hid behind the trees, tears streaming down my face. Papa was right: the truth revealed itself.
That night, I ordered Marco to speak. He had been bowing his head for a long time and then he admitted:
“I’m sorry… I’m weak. I… I want a son.”
I laughed bitterly:
“So the love and family for so many years is not enough for you? Do you want a son so much that you trampled on your wife and children?”
He was silent. I put the legal separation documents and the annulment (annulment) that I had prepared on the table:
“I’m stopping waiting for the day you dig your own grave. From now on, it’s over.”
He grabbed my hand in fear. I pushed it away. Strangely, at that moment, my heart felt light – the pain had passed its peak.
The trial and custody
A few months later, the court accepted the annulment (I submitted evidence: the condo lease contract in BGC, the transfer, the photo in front of Makati Med). The court declared a legal separation, the annulment process continued; temporary custody was given to me; Marco scheduled visits.
Marco went back to live with Rhea. People said their lives were not going well: Rhea was demanding, the condo – car – nanny for the child had increased, Marco was running out of money. As for me – thanks to Tatay Jose, to my siblings – I got my job back, I opened a small shop in Cubao, enough to support Mika well.
One night, my father told me:
“You have been stubborn, but you have not given up. Perseverance is sometimes the most bitter revenge. The truth will shine; You do not need to shout or lose your dignity. What is important is that you maintain yourself and your self-respect.”
I put my head on my father’s shoulder and cried – the last tears, tears of liberation.
Ten years later
Mika has grown up, is well-behaved, and is studying well in a public school in QC. He occasionally asks:
“Mom, does Dad still love me?”
I hugged him, smiling through my tears:
“Whether Papa loves me or not, it doesn’t matter. Mama loves me. Grandpa, Grandma loves me very much. That’s enough.”
Outside, the Manila night was falling. I looked up at the sky:
“Thank you, Dad, for teaching me to go through the darkness without losing myself.”
From now on, I will live in peace. No longer a woman who was betrayed but a free and strong woman who dares to hold on to her own happiness.