The betrayal was devastating. But I refused to let him see me break. I stormed upstairs, packed a suitcase for myself and the kids, and left for my mother’s house that night. Lily and Max were confused and scared, but I reassured them that we would be okay.
The days that followed were a whirlwind of legal battles, selling our house, and piecing together a new life. Stan initially sent child support, but it didn’t last. Soon, he stopped calling and visiting the kids altogether. Through mutual acquaintances, I learned that Miranda had convinced him to sever ties with us. Apparently, his “old life” was a distraction.
It was heartbreaking, but I focused on rebuilding. I found a modest two-bedroom house and threw myself into creating a warm, stable home for Lily and Max. Slowly, we began to heal.
Three years later, our lives were filled with love and laughter. Lily was thriving in high school, and Max had developed a passion for robotics. We were happy. The past felt like a distant memory—until one rainy afternoon.
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