For months, my husband had been distant, slipping away like a stranger in our own home. One day, we argued, and he moved into the garage. But his late nights and cold silence gnawed at me. When I finally stepped into that garage unannounced, I uncovered a betrayal far worse than I imagined.
Jake and I had only been married four years when everything started falling apart.
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A worried woman in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney
For the past two months, it felt like all we did was fight and bicker.
He couldn’t even meet my gaze across our kitchen table. The morning light would stream through our windows, catching the dust motes in its beam, and he’d stare right through them, through me, like I was already gone.
“Pass the salt?” he’d mumble, eyes fixed on his plate.
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Breakfast on a table | Source: Pexels
“Here.” I’d slide it across, our fingers never touching.
When had we become such strangers? The Jake I married used to grab my hand at every opportunity. He used to pull me close and kiss my temple while I cooked.
Now the kitchen felt as vast as an ocean between us.
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A serious woman sitting at a kitchen table | Source: Midjourney
Two months of this slow torture. Two months of him coming home late, of whispered phone calls that stopped when I entered the room, of shoulders tensing when I tried to touch him.
The garage became his sanctuary, his workshop where he’d tinker with his projects late into the night. At least, that’s what he claimed.
I tried to talk to him about it. God knows I tried.
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A woman sitting on a sofa looking worried | Source: Midjourney
“Can we discuss what’s happening with us?” I’d ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Nothing’s happening,” he’d reply, already turning away. “I’m just busy with work.”
But work didn’t explain the lingering scent of unfamiliar perfume on his clothes, or the way his phone would buzz constantly during dinner.
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A woman staring at someone during dinner | Source: Midjourney
Work didn’t explain the mysterious receipts from restaurants we’d never visited together, or the way he’d changed his phone’s password after four years of sharing everything.
One night, I couldn’t take it anymore. The silence was suffocating me.
“Are you seeing someone else?” The words tumbled out before I could stop them, my voice barely above a whisper in our too-quiet living room.
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A woman speaking to a man in a living room | Source: Midjourney
“What?” Jake’s face hardened, muscles tightening along his jaw.
“You heard me. All the texts you keep getting on your phone, the changed password—”
“Did you try to snoop through my phone?” He scooted back and glared at me. “How dare you!”
“I was worried!” I snapped. “You’ve been so distant, and you never want to talk. It’s like—”
“Like I have a clingy, paranoid wife!” He exhaled sharply and stood.
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A man standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney
“I think I need some space,” he muttered. “I’ll stay in the garage for a while.”
I waited for more. For an explanation, a denial, anything. But he just stood there, keys jingling in his pocket as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
“Fine,” I said, the word tasting like ash in my mouth.
If he wouldn’t fight for us, I wouldn’t beg. Not anymore.
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A woman staring at someone | Source: Midjourney
The days that followed were a blur of empty rooms and silence. Jake moved the spare bed into the garage and some other small furniture items.
He then became a ghost. He left before dawn and returned long after I’d gone to bed.
The sound of his car in the driveway would wake me, and I’d lie there, staring at the ceiling, wondering where he’d been. Who he’d been with.
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A woman lying awake in bed | Source: Midjourney
Sarah, my best friend, tried to help.
“Maybe it’s just a rough patch,” she suggested over coffee one morning. “Have you thought about counseling?”
I laughed bitterly. “Can’t go to counseling if your husband won’t even look at you.”
“You deserve better than this, honey,” she said, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand. “You know that, right?”
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A woman speaking to someone | Source: Midjourney
Did I? After weeks of Jake’s coldness, I wasn’t sure what I deserved anymore.
Until one night, something inside me snapped.
I heard his car pull up at midnight. The garage door opened and closed. I lay in bed, wondering, as I always did, about what he’d been up to.
That night, I decided to find out.
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A determined-looking woman in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney
I padded down the hallway and stopped outside the door leading from the house into the garage.
The door creaked as I pushed it open. It was dark inside. I stepped onto the cool concrete floor, my hand sliding along the wall until I found the light switch.
As my finger slid onto the switch, I heard a whisper behind me.
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A woman’s finger on a light switch | Source: Midjourney
I flipped the switch and whirled around.
There, illuminated by the single bulb hanging from the ceiling, was the reason for my ruined marriage.
Jake wasn’t alone. A woman lay curled against his chest, both of them wrapped in the plaid blanket we used to share during movie nights before everything fell apart.
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A wrinkled plaid blanket on a bed | Source: Midjourney
The woman screamed. Jake stirred, blinking up at me groggily.
She was pretty, I noticed absently. Younger than me. Of course, she was.
“Get out.” My voice was low, dangerous, and unfamiliar even to my own ears.
The woman scrambled up, clutching the blanket to her chest like a shield.
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A shocked woman covering herself with a blanket | Source: Midjourney
“Dana, wait,” Jake called out as she fled into the night.
Dana glanced back over her shoulder, but she didn’t stop. Jake turned to me then, fury glittering in his eyes.
“You have some nerve—”
“How dare you!” I shouted, my voice echoing off the walls.
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A woman shouting | Source: Midjourney
“Instead of just admitting you were having an affair, you go behind my back, and bring your mistress into our home!” I clenched my hands into fists as I trembled with fury. “I’m filing for divorce, and I want you out of here. Now!”
He scoffed, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
“You’re the one leaving, not me.” His lips curved into a cruel smirk. “This house belongs to my grandfather. You have no right to it.”
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A smug man standing in a garage | Source: Midjourney
The words hit me like a physical blow. All these years, I thought we’d built this life together. Every mortgage payment, every home improvement project, every dream we’d shared about our future here.
The garden we’d planted together, the walls we’d painted, the memories we’d made. And now he was tossing me aside like I meant nothing.
“You’ve been planning this,” I realized, my voice shaking.
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A woman staring at someone in disbelief | Source: Midjourney
“How long? How long have you been waiting to throw me out?” I demanded.
“Does it matter?” He stood up, towering over me. “It’s over. Just accept it.”
I grabbed my keys and fled, tears blurring my vision as I drove to Sarah’s house. She opened the door without a word, pulled me into a hug, and let me cry myself to sleep on her couch.
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A woman curled up on a sofa | Source: Pexels
The next morning, my eyes were swollen and my head was pounding, but my mind was clear. I picked up my phone and dialed a number I knew by heart.
“Hello, James?” I said when Jake’s grandfather answered. “I need to tell you something.”
James had always treated me like his own granddaughter. He’d been there at our wedding, beaming with pride. He’d helped us move in, sharing stories about the house’s history, about how he’d raised Jake’s father there.
I told him everything.
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A woman speaking on her cell phone | Source: Midjourney
How Jake had pulled away, how he’d moved into the garage, how he’d betrayed our marriage vows, and finally, how he’d turned the tables on me when I tried to kick him out.
The silence that followed felt endless.
Finally, James spoke, his voice thick with emotion. “A worthy man is one who is faithful to his wife and takes care of her. And if my grandson did this to you, then he is not a worthy man!”
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A sad woman making a phone call | Source: Midjourney
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “I never wanted to come between you and Jake.”
“You didn’t,” James said firmly. “He did this himself. Give me a day to handle this.”
Three days later, I was back at home, searching the internet for divorce lawyers, when Jake burst into the house, face red with rage.
“What did you do?” he yelled.
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A furious man yelling at someone | Source: Midjourney
I didn’t flinch. Instead, I held up the document I’d been waiting to show him. The deed to our house, now my house.
“Your grandfather transferred the house to me,” I said, my voice steady and cool. I pointed to the front door, my heart pounding against my ribs. “You and your mistress can leave. Now.”
Jake stared at me, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “He can’t do that. This is my inheritance!”
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A man gasping in disbelief | Source: Midjourney
“Was your inheritance,” I corrected him. “Your grandfather believes in loyalty, Jake. Something you seem to have forgotten.”
I watched as the reality of his situation sank in. He was the one being kicked out. He was the one with nowhere to go.
“I’ll give you an hour to pack your things. If you aren’t out by then, and if you try anything, I’m calling the cops.”
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A determined woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney
He stormed out. 45 minutes later, I listened to his car tires squeal as he angrily drove away. I finally let out the breath I’d been holding.
The house felt different now. Bigger. Lighter. Or maybe I was the one who felt lighter, free from the weight of Jake’s betrayal.
I walked through each room, running my fingers along the walls we’d painted together, looking at the life we’d built through new eyes.
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A home interior | Source: Pexels
Sarah came over that evening with a bottle of wine and takeout.
“To new beginnings,” she said, raising her glass.
I looked around at my house and smiled.
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‘I Always Describe It as This Angel That Fell Out of the Sky’: All about Mariska Hargitay’s 3 Children
Mariska Hargitay’s journey to motherhood is truly inspiring. Known for her iconic role on “Law & Order: SVU,” her real-life story revolves around love, resilience, and the joy of raising three children. The actress’s path to building a family is filled with unexpected blessings and deep gratitude.
Mariska Hargitay’s journey into motherhood began in her early 40s when she gave birth to her first child. Despite the challenges of being a first-time mother later in life, she wholeheartedly and joyfully embraced motherhood.
Her family grew when she and her husband, actor Peter Hermann, welcomed two more children within a year. Each child brought unique blessings into their lives, and Mariska cherishes the unexpected path that led her to become a mother of three.
Long before becoming a mother, Mariska always envisioned having her own family. From a young age, she knew motherhood was part of her life plans, a desire deeply rooted in her own upbringing.
A Childhood of Glitz and Heartbreak: The Early Life of Mariska Hargitay
Mariska is an actress, who added producing and directing to her list of talents. She was born to the glamorous actress Jayne Mansfield and the former Mr. Universe Mickey Hargitay on January 23, 1964.
Being born into Hollywood royalty, Mariska’s early life was surrounded by fame and glitz. This set a unique backdrop for her childhood. However, her early years were also marked by tragedy.
When Mariska was just three years old, her mother died in a car accident on June 29, 1967. This loss left a lasting scar on the actress, both physically and emotionally.
The actress expressed, “I clearly was in that frozen place for a lot of my childhood—of trying to survive, actually trying to survive. My life has been a process of unpeeling the layers and trust and trusting again.”
Despite this tragic beginning, Mariska’s parents’ legacy played a significant role in shaping her character. Her father, Mickey, raised her with discipline and love, teaching her the importance of hard work and resilience.
He ensured she had a normal upbringing. Mariska joined the swim team, ran cross-country, played volleyball, and by 1982, she was crowned Miss Beverly Hills. Despite her accomplishments, she was always aware of the darker side of life.
The actress later explained that she learned about crisis early and realized that life offers no guarantees, but we must keep moving forward and transform our experiences.
She considers this ability to be her superpower and sees it as a gift from experiencing trauma early in life. Despite these challenges, Mariska went on to live a full and fulfilling life.
Embracing Motherhood: Mariska’s Journey from Daughter to Mom
For Mariska, 2004 marked the beginning of a new phase in her life. That year, she married Peter, and on June 28, 2006, the actress welcomed her first child, August Miklos Friedrich Hermann, at 42.
Starting this journey into motherhood was easy for Mariska as she knew from a young age that she was meant for it. Despite losing her mother, she never lacked a maternal figure in her life. The actress was raised by her father’s third wife, Ellen Siano Hargitay, who never made her feel like an outsider.
Mariska reminisced, “I called her Mom. She really claimed us. She never had biological kids of her own, and to this day we are her kids. So we were blessed that she really embraced us and loved us so quickly. And I was very fortunate to have a maternal figure in my life after such a horrific accident.”
Additionally, while Ellen’s motherly act prepared Mariska for being a mom, it also stirred in her the desire to have children by other means. The actress had grown up realizing that being a mother did not have to be biological.
A Dream Fulfilled: The Adoption of Amaya Josephine
After a few years of becoming parents, Mariska and Peter, who came from big families, decided it was time to expand theirs. They were also not the only ones clamoring for more kids around the house. Their son August also wanted siblings.
However, the actress was over 40, and at her age at the time, pregnancies were never easy. Knowing she and her husband had so much love to give, Mariska was hopeful. She said, “I was really letting the chips fall as they might, because I do think so much is up to God.”
Mariska didn’t know how she was going to have more children, but she knew it was something that would happen. The actress remarked, “I always said, ‘I don’t know how this is going to end up. I don’t know if I’m going to get pregnant and have twins.’”
Despite having no clue, there was something she was sure of, and that was adoption. She recalled not knowing if someone would leave a baby on her doorstep. Nevertheless, she said, “But I really did think that down the line, Peter and I would adopt a child. That was always part of the plan.”
In early April 2011, Mariska and Peter’s plan came to fruition as they welcomed their second child, Amaya Josephine Hermann. Their daughter had been born in the United States about a week before her adoption.
As soon as the couple decided to adopt, they did not limit themselves as they considered international and domestic adoption. Mariska revealed they had talked about the idea of mixed-race adoptions, and were excited to become a multi-racial family.
The actress’s excitement began even before Amaya joined the family. Mariska had revealed, “I’m deliriously happy. From the minute she was born, she was just surprisingly alert and so full of love.”
The second time Mother was not alone in her excitement. August, who was less than five at the time, was also happy to have a baby sister. His Mom disclosed, “He is over the moon. He calls her his baby because he says the whole thing was his idea. He always talks about how he’s going to protect her. He’s going to be a great big brother.”
A Brother’s Dream: The Joyous Arrival of Andrew Nicolas
August, who prided himself as a big brother, was very hands-on in his sister’s life. He reportedly even participated in picking out her name. However, seeing as he thought it was his idea for her to join the family, he wanted yet another sibling.
Six months after Amaya came home as a newborn, August’s wish was fulfilled as he welcomed his baby brother, Andrew Nicolas Hermann, in October 2011. This time, Andrew was not a newborn, as he had been born in the summer of that year.
Mariska noted, “August thinks this was all his idea! He said, ‘I want a baby sister,’ and Amaya came. Then he said, ‘I want a baby brother,’ and Andrew came. August is feeling pretty good and pretty powerful!”
While August Miklos Friedrich Hermann felt powerful, Mariska was feeling a range of positive emotions. She said, “We adopted Amaya, and Andrew, I always describe it as this angel that fell out of the sky, because he was a little unexpected. [sic]”
Andrew Nicolas, Peter Hermann, and Mariska Hargitay at the ceremony honoring Mariska Hargitay with a Star on The Hollywood Walk of Fame on November 8, 2013, in Hollywood. | Source: Getty Images
The adoption of Andrew was not something Peter and Mariska had planned for at the time it happened. The couple had initially planned to adopt another baby a year or more after Amaya joined their household.
However, things happened differently. The actress revealed that their lawyer suddenly called them to inform them about Andrew. Their lawyer noted that it was an amazing opportunity, and the couple, in that moment, had never been more sure about having him in their lives.
The swiftness and timing of Andrew joining their family makes the actress believe her son “fell out of the sky.” Nevertheless, Mariska knows that it’s not an easy journey.
She once remarked, “I’m not gonna lie, there were wrenching moments. I say to everybody, ‘Adoption is not for the faint of heart.’” But, on some days, the actress feels like she’s living in a dream world. She said, “I just sit and pinch myself.”
Mariska Hargitay with Amaya, Andrew, and August at The Children’s Museum Of The East End 5th Annual Family Fair on July 20, 2013, in Bridgehampton, New York. | Source: Getty Images
Family and Fulfillment: Mariska Hargitay on Life as a Mother of Three
At 47, Mariska, who initially didn’t think it was possible to love more than one kid, had become a mom of three. She said, “You know you have one kid, and then you think, oh my gosh, I’ll never love another kid, and then the second one comes, and you can’t believe that you love them, and then the third one fell out of sky.”
Becoming a mother did not only teach Mariska about her capacity to love, it did more. She noted, “Becoming a parent erased many of my negative childhood feelings and filled them in with something new,” some of which include trying out new cultures when it comes to their cuisines.
The actress is not the only one to have spoken to the media about their family of five. Peter Hermann’s love for his family is always evident even though gets private about their kids. However, he expressed his thoughts on the unconventional manner in which their family grew.
The actor divulged, “It’s funny, I always get so private about our kids, but I think that the easiest way or the easiest answer is we just wanted a bigger family and we feel incredibly blessed.”
In 2018, Mariska also opened up about her life with the kids as she graced the cover of People’s magazine. She said, “The thing that’s made me a better parent is my kids. Because they taught me to really listen. My husband is my North Star, and my kids are my teachers.”
Not only did they make her a better parent, they also gave her something perfect in life. The actress revealed, “Our family is so perfect, or at least perfect for me. Together we’re just this whole, happy, joyful, chaotic, crazy unit. I’ve never known anything that was more right.”
Despite having a crazy and chaotic unit, Mariska and Peter work together to get the results they desire. Even though they have different parenting styles, the couple complement each other, with the actress revealing that her husband knows everything she doesn’t know.
Shortly before turning 60 in 2024, Mariska reflected on her life’s journey, career, motherhood, and more. The actress had countless reasons to be thankful.
Peter Hermann and Mariska Hargitay with their children, August, Andrew, and Amaya at the 2023 Stuttering Association For The Young (SAY) Benefit Gala on May 22, 2023, in New York City. | Source: Getty Images
One of the things Mariska was thankful for was the timing when she started her family. She said, “I’m so grateful that I’m an older mom. Grateful that I became successful older. I don’t know if I could have handled it when I was younger.”
The actress then compared what she was like in her younger days. She remembered that in her younger years, she struggled to be present, but as she got older, she learned to accept and appreciate life more deeply.
She noted, “And now I’m going to savor this moment. I want to share my lessons and where there is pain that I can fix that really inspires me to lighten the load.”
Mariska’s journey shows her strength and love. Starting her family in her early 40s, she faced the challenges and joys of raising three children with Peter. Their story is full of unexpected blessings and deep gratitude. As she cherishes her family, Mariska inspires us to embrace life’s surprises and the power of love at any age.
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