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.
