My husband left me for my cousin during maternity leave—but on their wedding day, everything fell apart in a way no one expected

at two in the morning, one baby crying in the bassinet while the other rested against my shoulder, convincing myself that this was what love was. Messy. Exhausting. Worth every bit of it.

But somewhere during those first months, while I stayed home with the babies, Tyler began pulling away from me.

At first, it was subtle.

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