My Husband Had a Second Family Next Door

My husband—who had always claimed to hate children—suddenly became obsessed with the neighbor’s baby. He stayed up with the infant every night, doting on him like he was the child’s father.

Meanwhile, he ignored me completely.

He didn’t show up during my car accident. He didn’t visit after my surgery. Not even once.

So the night of the party celebrating my discharge from the hospital, I made my decision.

In front of everyone—family, friends, well-wishers—I stood up and said, “I want a divorce.”

Gasps rippled through the room.

Someone whispered, “Has the accident messed with her brain?”