After our marriage, we tried for kids but discovered my wife couldn’t have any. I promised to stay, but after 2 years, I still dreamed of being a dad. We divorced, split our money, and I left to start fresh.
5 years later, I returned because I was still in love with her. I knocked on her door and when she opened it, she became pale. Then, I froze—my blood ran cold when I saw that she was pregnant. Then, a little boy, about four years old, ran up to her and asked, “Mommy, who is that?”
I couldn’t say a word and just walked away. Later, I started asking old neighbors in town about her and found out she had quickly found a boyfriend after we divorced. She now had two kids with him and a third on the way.
When I dug deeper, I learned the truth—she was never infertile. The doctor we had seen had faked the report because she knew how much I wanted to be a father. My ex-wife had lied to get a divorce, take half my money, my big house, and my cars. She got everything she wanted, and I was left betrayed and humiliated.
It’s been 4 years since then, and I’m happy to say I’ve found true love and am now the proud father of a beautiful daughter. But, even now, the sting of her betrayal hasn’t entirely faded.
