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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

Chris, seeing my unyielding position, burst into a rage, "Amber, why are you so headstrong? Isn't this what you've always dreamed of?"


For years, my sole focus had been on becoming his spouse.


My love for him was so intense that I sacrificed my own dignity.


I cared for him so deeply that I remained by his side, unnamed and untitled, even with our child.


My affection was so strong that I never questioned the numerous gossip about him and Sharon.


I no longer possessed the energy to continue this complicated relationship.


At last, I limped away from the estate, my body battered.


This time, Chris observed my departure, his eyes following my retreating form.


I made my way back to the house that bore my name.


It was a present from my mother prior to her death.


The space was filled with reminders of my history with Aaron.


I still struggled to accept Aaron's absence.


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