After marrying, my wife and I tried for children, only to discover she couldn’t conceive. I vowed to stay by her side, but after two years, my desire to be a father led to our divorce. We split our assets and went our separate ways. Five years later, still in love with her, I returned. When she opened the door, I was stunned—she was pregnant, and a little boy ran up to her, asking, “Who is that?”
I soon learned she had quickly moved on after our divorce, starting a family with her new partner. Digging deeper, I uncovered a shocking truth: she had lied about being infertile, faked a doctor’s report, and used it to orchestrate the divorce and claim much of what I owned.
Now, I’ve found true love and am blessed with a beautiful daughter, but the pain of her betrayal still lingers.
