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.

Later, I learned she’d quickly found a boyfriend after our divorce and now had two kids with a third on the way.

Digging deeper, I 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 have passed, and I’m now a proud father to a beautiful daughter and have found true love. Yet, the sting of her betrayal still lingers.