After my wife and I married, we tried for kids but discovered she couldnāt have any. I promised to stay, but after two years, I still dreamed of being a dad. 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 went pale. I froze as I saw she was pregnant, and a little boy ran up, calling her āMommy.ā Stunned, I walked away.
Later, I learned sheād quickly found a boyfriend after our divorce and now had two kids with a third on the way. Digging deeper, I discovered the truth: she was never infertile. The doctor had faked the report, and she lied to divorce me, take half my assets, and move on.
Four years have passed, and Iām now a proud father to a beautiful daughter and have found true love. Yet, the sting of her betrayal still lingers.