After My Husband's First Love Hurt My Son

“Mom, I found the earrings that Aunt Serena dropped. Is Dad….”

His unfinished words lingered in the cold air as my son's hand fell limp by his side, the faint clink of his earring hitting the ground echoing in my ears.

I broke down, desperately dialing my husband's number over and over, but he never picked up. Instead, a notification flashed across my phone—the latest post from his first love: 'Thank you for lighting a fireworks display just for me.'

In that moment, the last thread of my delusional hope snapped. I made my decision—I would drag them both down into the abyss with me.