My Dog Suddenly Became Very Attached to My Wife – When I Found Out His Reason, I Got Divorced

“No… this can’t be right,” she sobbed. “It has to be a mistake.” “We’ll do it again,” I said, my voice hollow. “We have to be sure.” We repeated the test twice more, each time clinging to a sliver of hope that the first result had been wrong. But each time, the answer was the same. Alicia wasn’t carrying my child. I finally confronted her about it, and she confessed that she’d had an affair. The news hit me like a sledgehammer, shattering the fragile remnants of my trust.“James, please,” Alicia pleaded, tears streaming down her face. “It was a one-time mistake. I swear it meant nothing. Please, don’t leave me.” I looked at her, the woman I had loved and trusted with my whole heart, and felt a deep, aching sorrow. “Alicia, I can’t do this,” I said, my voice breaking. “I can’t stay with someone who broke my trust like this.” “Please, James,” she begged, her voice choked with sobs. “We can get through this. I love you.” “I love you too,” I admitted, feeling the sting of those words. “But love isn’t enough without trust. I can’t pretend this didn’t happen.” The decision to file for divorce was the hardest thing I’d ever done.

We agreed to split everything fairly, but when it came to Rocky, Alicia broke down. “I can’t take care of him alone,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry, James. I just can’t do it.” Rocky looked up at me, his soulful eyes filled with understanding. He had been my rock through this whole ordeal, sensing the truth before any of us. I couldn’t imagine leaving him behind. “It’s okay,” I said. “I’ll take Rocky with me.” Packing up my things and leaving the home we had built together felt like a nightmare. But I also felt a strange sense of relief. It was time to start over, to rebuild my life from the ground up. One afternoon, Rocky and I headed to our favorite park. I threw the ball, and Rocky bounded after it with his usual enthusiasm. But instead of bringing it back to me, he trotted over to a woman sitting on the grass with the ball clutched in his mouth. “Well, hello there,” the woman said, laughing as Rocky dropped the ball at her feet. She had bright, friendly eyes and an infectious smile. “Sorry about that,” I said, walking over. “He usually returns the ball to me.” “No problem at all,” she replied, giving Rocky a pat on the head. “He’s adorable.