After my wife and I married, we tried for kids, but discovered she couldn’t have any. I promised to stay, but after two years, my dream of being a dad still lingered. We divorced, split our money, and I left to start fresh.
Five years later, I returned, still in love with her. When she opened the door, she looked pale, and a young boy ran up, calling her “Mommy.” Stunned, I walked away. Later, I learned she had quickly found a boyfriend after our divorce and now had two kids, with a third on the way. I dug deeper and discovered the truth:
