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, I still dreamed of being a dad. 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 went pale. I froze as I saw she was pregnant, and a little boy ran up, calling her “Mommy.” Stunned, I walked away.
