When my wife, Natalie, and I left the doctor’s office, we were overjoyed—we were going to be parents. It felt like nothing could ruin our happiness.

But as we stepped outside, my heart sank at the message scrawled across my car: “Hope She Was Worth It.”“What the hell?” I muttered.

Natalie looked just as confused. “Did someone mistake our car for someone else’s?” she asked.That night, unable to let it go, I stepped outside to scrub the words off.

Just as I started, I heard footsteps behind me.”Don’t bother thanking me,” a voice said. “You’re welcome.”I turned to see Adrian—my best friend.He told me that on the night of our engagement party, Natalie had disappeared for a while. I had been too busy to notice, but some of our friends had. No one had ever mentioned it to me until now,

Adrian had hoped Natalie would confess after seeing the message, but when she didn’t, he decided to force the truth out.The next day, I confronted Natalie. At first, she denied everything, but then she broke down, admitting that before our wedding, she had doubts.

Overwhelmed by the thought of marriage, she had briefly considered leaving—but she hadn’t cheated.I chose to believe her. Doubt didn’t define a relationship—commitment did. We had built a life together, and now, we were about to bring a child into the world. Trust wasn’t just about the past; it was about choosing each other, every day. And that’s exactly what we did.