see she was pregnant. A little boy ran up to her, calling her “Mommy.” In disbelief, I walked away.

Later, I found out that shortly after our divorce, she’d quickly found a boyfriend and now had two children, with another on the way. The truth came out when I dug deeper: she was never infertile. The doctor had falsified the report, and she had lied to get the divorce, take half of what I had, and move on with her life.

It’s been four years since then. I’m now a proud father to a beautiful daughter and have found true love. But the sting of her betrayal still lingers.