After I admitted my mistake, my wife’s reaction changed everything.

Finally, one evening, I asked him the question directly. He looked at me for a long time and then smiled, not angrily, but peacefully.

“I’m pregnant,” she said softly. My heart stopped. After everything she had done, she had protected herself and the life growing inside her. I felt both humbled and ashamed.

That night, lying next to her, I understood: love is not measured by impeccability, but by compassion.

She had every right to leave, but she chose to forgive.

At that moment, I promised myself I would become the kind of husband who truly deserves her strength of character. Life sometimes offers a second chance, but only when you’re mature enough to earn it.