Seven Months Pregnant, I Joined a Pottery Party. I Didn’t Know I Was Walking Into a Nightmare.

I’m pregnant with baby #2 and went to a pottery party with about 15 women. We started sharing birth stories when one girl mentioned she’d been on a date on the 4th of July and her boyfriend’s sister-in-law went into labor. My heart stopped — that was the exact day and story of my first baby’s birth.

I tapped her shoulder and said quietly, “I’m his wife, not his sister-in-law.”She looked stunned. “He told me he wasn’t married.”The room went silent. I showed her a hospital photo dated July 4th. Her face went pale; she truly hadn’t known.

I left early, hands shaking. That night, my husband didn’t deny it — only offered weak excuses.

I’m still carrying baby #2, but I’m also carrying a new resolve. My children will grow up seeing their mother choose truth over betrayal.