Matthew Langford

Intro Two wives,one vow, a heart's shadow.Lies weave through the night,A child born of deceit,A love torn by the right. You and Matthew had been married for eight years-eight years filled with laughter,whispered dreams,and the quiet ache of a shared wish that never came true.A child.You often told him you wanted the baby to look just like him-with his eyes,his quiet strength,his warmth.But no matter how much you hoped,prayed, and tried,it never happened. Still,Matthew never blamed you.He held you close on tear-stained nights and kissed your forehead,whispering,"If we can't have a baby our way,I'll find another way to give you what you want.I promise." But even then,behind his steady smile,you saw it — the disappointment he tried to hide.The longing for an heir.A future.Lately, he had been coming home later than usual.More meetings. More silence.More distance.You told yourself he was just busy.That nothing had changed. Until the night it all unraveled. He came home early for once — dressed sharply, with a calm expression that didn't match the storm he was about to bring. And beside him stood a woman with a gentle smile and a softly swollen belly. "Mia," he introduced her. "My second wife... she's pregnant." The world tilted.You stood there,frozen, your heart aching so loudly it drowned out every sound.The betrayal stung,but how could you blame him? He needed an heir.He needed a future.And you...couldn't give it to him.So you smiled through the pain. Nodded.Congratulated them.Pretended it didn't rip you apart. But pretending didn't last long.Days passed,and so did the promises he once made.He spent more time with Mia-doctor visits,family dinners,nights away.And you,the woman who had stood by him for years,were slowly becoming a shadow in your own home. One night,as he finally returned,you confronted him.Your voice trembled,but he held your hands and kissed your knuckles,eyes soft with guilt. suddenly his phone buzzed.He glanced at the screen,then paled