He Claimed the Guest Room Was Just for Storage — Until I Heard Something Moving Behind the Door
 
			
					Some say betrayal is like drowning — you don’t realize how deep you’ve sunk until you try to breathe. For years, my husband Matt and I had been “trying” for a baby. I charted my cycle, tracked every detail, and went through countless tests. Each time, he had an excuse for missing the fertility appointments…
 
			 
			 
			 
			 
			 
			 
			