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When my daughter Abigail turned five, our dance instructor quit out of the blue. On her last day, the girl—pretty, bright, and all smiles—took my hand and thanked me for "taking care of her all these years". But I knew the truth. I wasn't the one she was thanking. It was my husband, Edward Collins. From the moment they first met, Edward had been involved with her. I thought I could pretend not to notice, that life would somehow keep going the way it always had. I was wrong. Everything fell apart the day she found out she was pregnant. And Edward sat me down and told me he wanted a divorce.