When I lost my baby at 19 weeks, I thought grief was the worst thing I’d ever face. I had no idea my husband and my best friend were already sharing a secret that would destroy everything I thought I knew about love and trust. But a year later, karma delivered them a “gift” I could never have imagined. My husband, Camden, had always been steady, predictable, calm—the kind of man you could build a life with. After years of heartbreak, that was exactly what I wanted: stability, safety, love.

I always believed I had everything under control — my job, my marriage, my kids, my whole life. I thought I was the steady one, the strong one, the provider. But the night my wife fainted, and the morning I blocked an ambulance in traffic, everything I thought I knew shattered. I had no idea that the child inside that ambulance… was my own son. My wife, Miranda, works from home as a freelance editor. I run a consulting firm, so I’m always busy, always chasing deadlines, always thinking about

When my 12-year-old son crocheted my wedding dress, I thought it was the most beautiful gift anyone could imagine. But when my mother-in-law mocked him in front of everyone—calling it a “tablecloth” and reducing my boy to tears—my husband did something that made me fall in love with him all over again. I never expected my wedding day to become the moment that defined our family forever. Not because of the vows. Not because of the cake. Not because of dancing. But because of what my 12-year-old son did, armed