Our daughter was too young to fully grasp the gravity of our situation back then. It wasn’t until years later that she realized how serious her father’s condition had been. In a post she shared, she wrote, “My mom gave my dad a kidney, and I can’t thank her enough for giving me the gift of a healthy father. She’s the bravest, most selfless person I know.” Reading those words filled me with pride and, truthfully, a little heartache for everything our family had been through.
Still, even after a life-saving operation, our marriage wasn’t safe from deeper issues. Six years in, I started to sense he was living a double life. Therapy helped us heal—for a while—and he seemed committed to changing. I made it clear I wouldn’t forgive another betrayal. Sadly, it happened again, and this time, it was splashed across tabloids for the entire world to see. That’s how I found out. “It was like living a nightmare,” I admitted later. “Realizing your husband was leading a double life is unbearable.”
By 2011, I made the painful decision to leave. We ended our marriage after 17 years, parting as civilly as possible despite our heartbreak. We committed to co-parenting our daughter and continuing our philanthropic projects together. Even so, the public nature of it all took a toll on our daughter, who struggled to handle people’s assumptions and constant curiosity. “People forget there’s a family behind the headlines,” she once said.
Over time, she grew distant from her father. The silence between them lasted years, but slowly, wounds began to heal. They reconnected gradually, though scars still remain. In a more recent moment, she asked us both on TikTok, “Who ended the marriage?” I calmly pointed toward him. “Your dad didn’t realize you stop dating when you get married,” I joked, trying to keep the mood light despite the hurt that lingered.
She also asked if we still cared about each other, and I was honest. “Yes, I love him,” I said. “He’s the father of my child, my friend, and he’ll always hold a piece of my heart.”
Looking back on everything—the pain, the betrayal, and the resilience it took to face it all—I see our story as a testament to love’s complexities. Sometimes love means sacrifice that isn’t fully repaid. Sometimes it means forging forgiveness, if only to move forward. And in the midst of it all, I hope people remember that selflessness, no matter how it’s received, can shine on through time.