When my wife Alicia was sick, our beloved Labrador, Rocky, was always by her side. Even after she got better, Rocky’s love for her grew stronger, which made us worry. “James, what’s wrong with Rocky?” Alicia asked me. Little did we know that Rocky’s actions would soon show us a shocking truth.
“Your dog is very attached to your wife,” the vet said, which was a surprise. It was the same thing my dog did when I was pregnant. Because Alicia was so excited, she took a pregnancy test, which showed that she was indeed pregnant. “James, we’re going to have a baby!” she yelled. But I had my doubts.
The test results proved what I thought would happen: I wasn’t the father. When Alicia admitted having an affair, I made the choice to file for divorce.
Rocky stayed with me as I went through this new part of my life. He met a woman named Courtney one day at the park. They started talking to me, I gave them my number, and I felt a surprising spark. When I thought back on my trip, I saw that Alicia’s betrayal had left deep wounds. However, Rocky’s dedication and the promise of new opportunities gave me hope for the future.
