The Dog Ate My Marriage

“My life with Andrew, the ambitious architect I' d helped build into a success, was a carefully curated masterpiece. We were expecting our first child, a future designed for joy, when I walked into his office and found his intern, Molly, with her dog disrespecting a priceless gift I' d given him. Andrew' s defense of Molly, his sudden coldness, and then discovering him feeding my special gift - a rare prosciutto meant for him - to her dog, sickened me to my core. Every gesture of my affection, every symbol of our shared history, was being trivialized, even weaponized against me, leaving me utterly alone and reeling from a betrayal so specific and cruel. But when Andrew, with Molly and her new puppy in tow, brazenly used my severe allergies against me during a family inheritance meeting, I knew this wasn't just about a broken marriage; it was about reclaiming everything he' d tried to steal, starting with my life and unborn child.”