My husband cheated on me in front of everyone, and to get revenge, I cheated on him with the first homeless man I met and became pregnant by him: but after 9 months, something terrible was revealed

I had always thought my family was strong. But one day, everything collapsed in an instant.

I caught my husband with another woman. He didn’t even try to justify himself or apologize. Instead, he had the audacity to blame me for everything.

“This is your fault. You’ve stopped being a woman for me. You don’t take care of yourself and you work all day.”

Those words felt like a sentence. But the worst part was that even my relatives supported him. My mother, from whom I expected comfort, said:

— All men cheat, accept it.

That was the last straw. I was boiling with anger, humiliation, and hurt. And then a crazy thought came to me — to get revenge in the cruelest way: cheat back with the first man I saw. Not out of love, not out of desire, but out of anger.

I went out on the street, determined to carry out my plan. The first man I met was a man in worn clothes, sitting right on the sidewalk. In his hands, he had a bun, which he ate as if it were the most important meal of his life.
“How angry he’s going to be when he finds out I chose a homeless man over him,” I thought, a bitter smile on my face.

And indeed, my husband was furious when he found out everything. Our marriage fell apart completely, and we divorced. But soon I discovered I was pregnant.

The father was that same man from the street.

At first, I thought about getting rid of the child. I couldn’t imagine raising a “homeless man’s son.” But gradually something changed inside me. A strange feeling grew in my chest — as if this child had been given to me by fate. I decided to keep him.

Nine months flew by like a single day. And then the moment came — I arrived at the hospital. But when the doctor examined me, something terrible was revealed

In the room, I saw a familiar face. It was him. The same man. But not dirty and exhausted — in a white coat, composed and confident.

He recognized me too.

It turned out that the day I met him, he was on his way home after a tough night shift. Tired, without strength, he had just sat on the street and taken out a bun to eat something. I had mistaken him for a homeless man… But he was a doctor at this hospital.

I didn’t know where to hide from shame. But he just calmly said:

— Don’t worry, everything will be fine. I’ll help you.

And indeed, he delivered the baby as if he were holding fate itself in his hands. In his gaze, there was no judgment or anger, only steady calm and care.

After the baby was born, he didn’t turn away. He acknowledged the son and helped us. He officially assumed fatherhood, paid child support, and always found time to see the little one.

Gradually, I realized that the “homeless man” I had once met on the street was the only real man in my life. My husband, my family, my friends — all had betrayed me. But he, a random passerby, became a father and support for my child.