It was an ordinary day when my 6-year-old son came home from school and handed me a piece of paper. He smiled innocently and said, “Mom, Miss Nhung from next door gave me this for you.”

I smiled, thinking it was just a usual note. But as I opened it, each word on the paper hit me like a punch in the gut. I felt my heart tighten.

Miss Nhung, the neighbor who had always been friendly and kind to me, had confessed to having been in a relationship with my husband for over a year. My mind couldn’t process what I was reading. This wasn’t just a rumor; it was a shocking revelation.

But that wasn’t all. She went on to say that she was pregnant and demanded my husband take responsibility for it. “He said he would never leave me, but now he’s abandoning me. I’m not going to let this slide,” she wrote.

At the bottom of the note, she included my husband’s bank account password, showing just how close their relationship had become. “If I know his password, you can imagine how deep this goes,” she added.

I didn’t want to believe it. Could it really be true? The man I had been married to for seven years, the man I thought I could trust, was capable of betraying me like this?

But curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to try entering the password into his bank account. To my shock, it worked. I could see the transactions he’d made—transfers to her.

I felt dizzy. I wanted to believe this was some kind of cruel joke, but the evidence was undeniable. When I confronted him, he denied everything, even accusing me of being paranoid and imagining things.

But when I mentioned I would go and speak to her directly, he froze and went silent. That was all I needed to know. His silence confirmed everything.

We had been together for seven years, with a beautiful son between us. I had always believed that I was lucky to have a happy family.

But now, everything was falling apart. I couldn’t help but wonder if the love I thought we shared was real, or if he had only been pretending to keep up the façade of a perfect family while secretly living a double life.

I felt betrayed, not just by my husband, but by the trust and sacrifices I had made for our family.

As a wife and a mother, I had given my all to preserve this home. But now, I didn’t know if I had the strength to continue.

I feared that any decision I made would hurt my son. But I also knew I couldn’t live in a marriage built on lies.

What should I do now? Should I forgive him and hope for change, or let go and free myself? These questions have been haunting me, keeping me up at night.

As I write these words, I only hope to find some peace of mind. I know no one can make this decision for me. This is my life, and only I can decide what to do next.