On the anniversary of our wedding, I discovered I was expecting a child, believing it would be the perfect gift for my husband. However, my heart sank when I received a divorce proposal instead. Flashback to a year ago:
"Are you still holding onto someone from your past that you wish to leave behind?"
"Yes, I am."
"Let's commit to making our relationship a happy one, even if it's difficult to forget those memories," I replied, though it wasn't entirely true. I had lied about an imaginary ex just to marry Johnson, assuming love would grow over time. Our union began with deceit, which I feared might not lead to a lasting bond.
I thought my marriage would endure because of a bet Johnson made to his former girlfriend, but I naively believed love would conquer all. Despite his consistent affection, shown through our nightly intimacy for a year, I couldn't comprehend why things had changed.
Now, I find myself leaving with my dignity and our precious child, yet he hesitates to sign the divorce papers, leaving me questioning the reasons behind his sudden change of heart.
