My Husband Invited His Pregnant Mistress to Our Family Holiday Dinner – But His Parents Quickly Stepped In

I threw myself into being present for Emma and Jacob. One Tuesday night, we baked cookies just because we could. We built a pillow fort in the living room, watched old cartoons in fuzzy socks, and shared bowls of popcorn. Slowly, I started to see their smiles return.

Marcus texted a few times, asking to talk. I never replied. He had made his choice, and now he had to live with it.

One night, as I tucked Emma into bed, she looked up at me with those big, worried eyes.

“Mom,” she said softly, “are we going to be okay?”

I brushed a strand of hair off her forehead and kissed her temple.

“Yes, sweetheart,” I whispered. “We are. We’ll be more than okay.”

And I meant it.