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:
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 later,
I’m now a proud father to a beautiful daughter and have found true love,
but the sting of her betrayal still lingers.
