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Aaron Walker, my child, had a final birthday request: a family trip to Disneyland for the three of us.
My spouse, Chris Walker, never showed affection for me or our boy.
I persistently pleaded, and he eventually conceded.
The evening prior to our trip, Chris disappeared. Aaron died without his wish being realized.
After managing the burial by myself, I spotted Chris in an image on my sibling Sharon Norris' social media.
The description said: ["You brought me across continents to find snow, just because I mentioned wanting to see it."]
I kept my cool, gathering my things without shedding a tear or losing my temper.
Then Chris wept, imploring me to stay.

Widowed by Betrayal, My Husband's Secret Life with My Sister

He wouldn't sign the documents, forcing me to prolong the process. I sought help from a friend who had spare time.


The presence or absence of affection was always clear.


Eventually, I declared, "Chris, as you desire, we're finished... our relationship is over."


I nearly made the mistake of mentioning divorce.


After all, we only had a hasty wedding ceremony.


We never even obtained a marriage certificate.


Chris assumed I was envious of Sharon and didn't even look up. "What's your new strategy? Can't use your son to intimidate me, so now you're using yourself as a bargaining chip?"


Twelve months ago, Aaron was diagnosed with a brain tumor. Since then, he's received numerous critical condition notices.


He desperately phoned, yearning for a moment with Chris.


So he believed I was exploiting Aaron to elicit sympathy and control him.


After ten years together, this was his low opinion of me.


I dried my tears. "Believe what you want. I'm going."


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