I discovered that my husband had been secretly involved with another woman for two years — and I only found out when both she and I went into labor around the same time. He thought he could handle both sides without getting caught, but something completely unexpected happened.

To me, in my eyes, my husband — now renamed Ethan — was always gentle, hardworking, and sincere. I always believed that no matter how many men out there strayed from their families, Ethan would never be one of them.

The relationship between Ethan’s family and mine was also very close. A month before my due date, both sides of the family planned a vacation together. I agreed wholeheartedly — our parents had worked hard their whole lives, so if they finally had time to relax and travel, I was happy for them.

During that period, I stayed home with my pregnancy, and Ethan took extremely attentive care of me. Sometimes I wondered how he, a first-time father, could be so skilled, almost as if he had practiced before.

I was supposed to give birth in ten more days, but one day, I slipped in the bathroom and went into early labor. Thankfully, Ethan came home just in time to rush me to the hospital. But I had no idea that giving birth early would reveal the truth he had been hiding from me.

Watching him go to work, come home, cook for me, wash clothes, and take care of the baby — I felt overwhelmed with gratitude.

“Should I call our parents home?” I asked him. “Seeing you run around like this makes me feel bad.”

“It’s fine,” Ethan said. “Let them enjoy their trip.”

Everything seemed normal… until one day, while he was holding our baby, his phone kept ringing nonstop. He looked visibly nervous answering it. Twenty minutes later, he burst into the room, panicked:

“Something just came up at work. I need to go fix it right now. Can you stay alone until around eight tonight?”

“I thought your office granted you leave to take care of me,” I said.

“They did, but something urgent just happened.”

I didn’t question him. I told him to go handle whatever he needed to. That night, he didn’t return until 10 p.m., looking completely drained. He kept walking in and out — sometimes saying he had to buy things, other times claiming he needed to meet a friend.

A few days later, I decided to take my baby out for a walk down the hallway. Lying in bed all day was making me restless. That was when I met another woman who also seemed to be alone. We started talking, and I learned that her baby boy was born four days after mine. But every time I looked at her child… I saw hints of Ethan in his features.

That day, the nurses took the babies for their bath. Ethan, afraid I was tired, carried our baby out for them. A little while later, a nurse brought a baby back to me — but the moment I looked at the child, I froze.

That was not my baby.

My baby had a red birthmark on his arm. This one didn’t.

I rushed to check the ankle band — and realized this was the baby of the woman I had met earlier.

Thinking it was just an innocent mix-up because the babies looked similar, I immediately went to the woman’s room to exchange them.

But just as I reached the doorway, I heard a voice — my husband’s voice:

“Look, baby, he’s smiling. He looks so adorable.”

My legs nearly gave out.

If I hadn’t been holding the baby, I might have collapsed right there.

I gripped the doorframe and whispered:

“Ethan?”

Ethan spun around, his face turning pale as paper.

The woman was holding my baby, and Ethan was standing right next to her.

I stepped forward.

“Give him back to me,” I said calmly. “The nurse mixed them up.”

I returned her baby to her while trying my best not to scream. And in that moment, everything made sense — why her child resembled Ethan… why Ethan seemed so experienced caring for a newborn…

The woman only realized she had the wrong baby when she read the serial number on the ankle band. Suddenly, both infants started crying loudly.

I held my son close to my chest and looked at Ethan.

“I can’t believe you would betray your own family like this.”

Then I turned and walked out. Behind me, Ethan and the woman stood frozen, unable to speak.

I returned to my room, held my child tight, and drafted the separation papers immediately.

Because I couldn’t endure even one more second of being lied to.