It Was Christmas When My Wife Died Giving Birth – Ten Years Later, a Stranger Came to My Door with a Devastating Demand

Spencer reached into his pocket and pulled out a second envelope.

I took it from his hand.

My name stared back in Katie’s handwriting, that neat, looping cursive she used when she meant every word she was writing.

“Caleb,

I didn’t know how to tell you. It happened once. Spencer and I were in college together, and there was always chemistry between us.

But it was a mistake.

And I didn’t want to ruin everything.

I was going to tell you… but then I got pregnant. And I knew that Liam was his.

Please, love our boy anyway.

Please stay. Please be the father I know you were always meant to be.

We need you, Caleb.

I love you.

— Katie.”

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