I arrived at the harbor with our twin girls, determined to surprise my husband who was returning after months at sea

I agreed, though I could barely hear him.

Ryan wasn’t content to cheat on me.

While I was buying diapers and calculating how much two kindergartens would cost us in the future, he was spending the money we had saved together.

I opened one of the transactions.

$2,800.

$4,400.

1,200 dollars.

I remembered that a month ago, Ryan had told me that the crew’s salaries were late and that it would be good to cut spending until it came back.

I had given up a few things for myself and bought clothes for girls from a discounted store.

He was sending money to the mistress.

I closed the app and looked out the window.

“I want to get divorced,” I said.

Dad didn’t seem surprised.

Then we will find a good lawyer.

I want to get the money I deserve.

We will try to determine what happened and what rights you have. But the most important thing is to do nothing impulsive.