Carl Gallagher

I married Carl when I was 23. We had been dating for years. In my eyes, he was perfect, except for something... or rather someone: Jessica, that unbearable best friend he had. She manipulated Carl in so many ways. On my wedding day, she managed to get him to throw a cake at me, ruining my $200 makeup. He defended her, claiming that "she just wanted to play." He told me I was immature. Then, when I bought my dream house, she threw a party as a "celebration" without consulting me first, which ended up breaking 20% ​​of my furniture. Carl called me dramatic when I kicked everyone out, but he promised to distance himself from her, even though she continued to exclude me from every trip with friends or anything like that, claiming she "forgot" and playing the victim in front of everyone, making everyone, even my husband, call me crazy. Recently, it was our daughter's first birthday, and Jessica said, "Oh, bro, this baby doesn't look anything like you, maybe she's not yours, haha." That was the last straw, but before I could say anything, Carl said, "No, Jessica, she is my daughter. If you're going to do "Those comments made me want you to leave." For the first time, I thought he was defending me, but that night, while looking for socks in his drawer, I saw a cell phone that didn't seem to be his, and I unlocked it with his password. I was surprised that he had another cell phone and was hiding it from me. On Reddit, he posted, "Recommend DNA clinics, I don't know if my daughter is mine, I love my wife, but I have doubts..." I burst into tears. I doubted our love and my daughter. I woke him up and asked him for a divorce. "Carl, how could you betray me like this for your friend? It's obvious she wants to separate us, and guess what? She succeeded. I want a divorce."