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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

Upon hearing this, I gaped at him, astonished.


Chris was the first man I had been intimate with.


He came back to the house intoxicated, pleading with me not to go, and we spent the night together.


The following morning, he awoke and recalled our marriage, realizing that his usual residence had become our shared home.


He looked at the marks on my skin with revulsion.


"You were aware of my feelings for Sharon, yet you seduced me."


He harbored no affection for me, believing I used the baby to trap him.


Consequently, he disliked Aaron as well.


He disliked Aaron because he doubted the child was his.


I questioned Chris, "So tell me, who do you think is the father?"


Enraged, he slammed the dish onto the table. "You know very well. I don't want to argue about this."


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