After marrying, my wife and I tried for kids, but we discovered she couldn’t have any. I promised to stay, but after two years, I still wanted to be a dad, so we divorced and split our assets. Five years later, I returned, still in love with her. When she opened the door, I froze—she was pregnant, and a little boy ran up to her asking, “Who is that?”
I learned she’d quickly found a new boyfriend after our divorce and had two kids with him. Digging deeper, I found out she had lied about being infertile to get the divorce, fake the doctor’s report, and take everything I had.
Now, I’ve found true love and have a beautiful daughter, but the sting of her betrayal still lingers.
