Because of Another Woman, My Husband Killed My Children
I hate Valentine’s Day.
Five years ago, if someone had told me I’d one day have the strength to tell this story, I would have asked them how. Maybe today I’m a little stronger. And I want to share this with women who run businesses, who carry big responsibilities, and who also have families.
My fiancé and I had a life plan: kids, financial success, and marriage. We started dreaming about it back in high school. He finished school before me and got a really good job. I had our babies first, then decided to chase my own financial goals. He funded my business, and within two years, it was doing really well. We had two beautiful children. They were 3 and 6 years old.
Then February came. Valentine’s season. I landed the biggest contract of my life and had to travel to Garoua to meet a European client.
I left the kids with their father, not knowing he had other plans.
On the road, he and the children had an accident. He wasn’t badly hurt. He dropped them off at the hospital… but instead of staying, he left to keep his own appointment.
The worst happened.
They called me.
I didn’t think twice. I rushed there. But when I arrived, I heard the words no mother should ever hear:
“We’re sorry. We did everything we could, but…”
My two children were dead.
While I was losing everything, he was with his mistress, enjoying himself.
Imagine a woman who just lost both her children. A woman who lost everything. And she has to grieve alone. At 3 a.m. the next day, I stumbled on Valentine’s surprise videos — decorated hotel rooms, flowers everywhere, expensive gifts, even car keys being handed over with smiles — while my children were lying lifeless.
I didn’t know what to do.
I took my children to the morgue alone. Alone. Can you imagine that pain? Everyone kept asking for their father. He wasn’t answering my calls.
It should have been him. Not them.
While other women were walking into rooms filled with love and roses, I was trying to figure out how to live without my babies.
My children died on February 14.
Since that day, I have no children. I have no husband. I have no life.
I fell into depression. My days became dark. I let myself go. I cry. And my biggest fear now is that I’ll never be able to start over. That I’ll never find the strength to love or trust again. Because the one person I trusted with the most precious gifts of my life failed to protect them.
Since that day, Valentine’s Day is no longer a celebration for me.
It’s the day I lost everything.
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