In order to get revenge for my husband’s public infidelity, I cheated on him with the first homeless man I found and got pregnant with him. However, after nine months, something horrible came to light.
My family was powerful, I had always believed. However, everything suddenly fell apart one day.
I discovered my spouse having an affair. He made no effort to apologize or defend himself. Rather, he dared to accuse me of being to fault for everything.
You are to blame for this. For me, you are no longer a lady. You work all day and don’t look after yourself.
The words seemed to form a sentence. The worst aspect, though, was that he had the support of even my family. I looked to my mother for consolation, and she said:
– Recognize that all men cheat.
The final straw was that. Anger, embarrassment, and hurt were bubbling inside of me. Then I had the mad idea to cheat back with the first man I saw in order to exact the cruelest kind of retribution. Not with love or want, but with rage instead.
Determined to execute my strategy, I set out onto the street. The first individual I encountered was seated directly on the sidewalk, dressed in shabby clothes. He held a bun in his hands and devoured it as though it were the most significant meal of his life.
With a sour look on my lips, I thought, “How upset he’s going to be when he learns that I picked a homeless man over him.”
Indeed, when my husband learned everything, he became enraged. We divorced when our marriage utterly collapsed. However, I soon found out I was expecting a child.
It was the same street man who was the father.
Initially, I considered getting rid of the child. It was impossible for me to raise a “homeless man’s son.” But with time, something inside of me altered. I had a weird sensation in my chest, like this child was meant to be with me. I chose to retain him.
I recognized a face in the room. He was the one. The same individual. But not filthy and worn out – calm and self-assured in a white coat.
He also knew who I was.
As it happened, he was heading home from a demanding night shift the day I met him. He had just sat on the street, exhausted and weak, and pulled out a bun to eat. I thought he was a homeless man. However, he worked at this hospital as a doctor.
I had no idea where to hide from embarrassment. However, he simply stated calmly:
Rest assured that everything will work out. I’ll assist you.
Indeed, he gave birth to the child as though he were gripping the very hand of fate. There was just constant calm and concern in his eyes, not condemnation or rage.
He didn’t look away when the baby was born. He assisted us and acknowledged the son. He paid child support, formally became a father, and made time to see the child every day.
I gradually came to the conclusion that the only real man in my life was the “homeless man” I had once encountered on the street. My friends, family, and husband had all betrayed me. However, a random bystander turned into my child’s father and support system.