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After my wife, Isabelle Pierce, made up her mind to end the pregnancy, something in me changed. I stopped sharing little moments with her, stopped caring when she came home, or who she was with. Even when I found a first-grade textbook in her bag, I didn't even bother to ask. Isabelle patiently explained, "Matt's son was in a contest, so I just picked him up since it was on my way." I nodded, barely interested. But her eyes instantly filled with tears. She grabbed me by the collar, her voice shaking with frustration. She demanded, "Why don't you even react when I met Matthew? "I'm your wife! Do you really feel nothing?" My face burned. All I could manage was a bitter smile. She never knew. All those years she called me crazy—that was when I loved her most.