Should I Be Worried About Husband'S Childhood Sweetheart?

Nala Oka has loved Ivan Winters for as long as she can remember. Though they were once childhood friends, Ivan barely remembers the bond they shared, while Nala has never forgotten him. After a drunken one-night encounter leaves her pregnant, Nala finds herself trapped in a shotgun marriage to a man who resents her. When tragedy strikes and she delivers a stillborn baby, Ivan's blame only deepens the divide between them. Branded a gold digger and denied the affection she longs for, Nala endures a loveless marriage, determined to make the best of her circumstances. Her fragile hopes are shattered when Ivan's former lover returns and Nala discovers he has been unfaithful. Worse still, he has built a family with another woman. Heartbroken, Nala signs the divorce papers and walks away, determined never to look back. Years later, fate brings them together again when Nala becomes a surrogate for her best friend. No longer the timid woman Ivan once knew, she refuses to tolerate his anger or control. But as old secrets come to light and long-standing misunderstandings begin to unravel, both are forced to confront painful truths about their past. Now Ivan is determined to win back the woman he once pushed away. Yet Nala knows all too well the cost of trusting him. As buried feelings resurface and old wounds threaten to reopen, she must decide whether some loves deserve a second chance—or whether walking away remains the only path to happiness.

My husband's childhood sweetheart is gravely ill. She says her only wish is to die in his arms. So, she boldly moves into our marital home. I demand an explanation for this, but my husband only snaps at me. "Why are you holding this against her when she already has one foot in the grave? Can't you be more magnanimous?" I sneer at that. Half a month later, the paparazzi catch me coming and going from Novak Group's heir's villa. My husband demands an explanation with bloodshot eyes. I imitate his previous response. "Why are you holding this against him? Can't you be more magnanimous?"

Three days after giving birth, my husband leaves me alone at home to care for the baby, saying that he needs to leave on an urgent business trip. Three days later, I've just arrived at the hospital when I see a family photo his childhood sweetheart has shared on her social media. It's captioned, "This was taken during a trip. We're a happy family of three." I'm surprised to see my husband grinning in the photo and comment on it with a question mark. He immediately calls me to reprimand me. "Do you know how hard it is for her as a single mother? She doesn't have a man to care for her. All I did was take a photo with her. Do you have to be so petty?" That evening, his childhood sweetheart shares a photo of some monetary gifts. "He insisted on giving me this after taking the family photo." I know my husband gave that to her to pacify her. This time, however, I'm ready to leave him.

At our daughter’s three-month milestone party, my husband Garrett’s so-called "best friend" publicly humiliated me. “Hey, Vivian. I heard you're a little loose down there after popping out the kid.” "If it's that bad, you better get some tightening surgery quick—don't wanna mess up your marriage vibes!" Garrett shot her a playful glare and snapped, "Knock it off, Scarlett! You can't just say whatever pops into your head." Then he turned to me with a breezy shrug. "She's just like that—total tomboy. We grew up together; she means no harm." Scarlett shook her half-exposed breast and pouted, "Oh, come on, don't take it personally, Vivian. Honestly, I'm kind of jealous of you." "See, my problem is the opposite. I'm way too tight—hurts like hell during my period. No clue who's gonna get lucky with this later." Then she cut her eyes toward Garrett with a playful wink. " Oh right, you've tried it before, haven't you?" The room went dead silent. Every pair of eyes drifted toward me, barely concealing their curiosity. I smiled, set down my wine glass, and looked at Scarlett with fake concern. "That's strange. I don't remember making it that tight when I did your surgery."

It was a national holiday and we decided to drive back to my husband's hometown to spend the holidays. One day before we left, my husband's childhood crush came crying to him that she had not managed to buy train tickets home. My husband immediately decided to let her have my seat in the car and insisted that I take the train instead. I looked at him in disbelief. There was shock in my eyes. Even my son insisted I take the train. "Mommy, Aunt Rosie is so pretty. How could you make her take the train?" I did not argue. I booked my train ticket right in front of them. However, it was to my own hometown. I no longer wanted a biased husband and a disloyal son.

On the day I discovered I was pregnant, my husband's first love—who also happened to be my half-sister—returned.