My name is Angelica, and for years, I believed I was living a fairy tale. Tom and I met in high school—perfect match, perfect marriage, two beautiful kids, and a dream life built on love and privilege. Everyone called us the perfect couple.
Then came our ten-year reunion.
That night, I spotted an old friend, Sarah, and her children. One look at her son Joshua’s neck—a birthmark identical to Tom’s—and my heart sank. When I asked, her eyes filled with tears. “He’s Tom’s,” she confessed. “We had an affair. His family paid for silence.”
My world cracked open.
I left the reunion in shock, packed my things, and drove the kids to my parents’ house. Tom tried to explain, but I couldn’t hear past the betrayal.
With their support, I began divorce proceedings. Each step hurt, but it also healed. I realized this wasn’t the end—it was my new beginning.
I would rebuild—for myself, and for my children. Stronger. Wiser.
Because even shattered fairy tales can lead to powerful chapters.
