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Days later, Denise texted and called, crying about how I “destroyed” the family.
We’re taking space.”
William’s dad called. “Your mother went too far.”
All our relatives and friends sided with us. Denise expected support.
She got silence.
We got a lawyer and a therapist. William and I had the hardest conversations of our marriage. He was hurt, but he saw the whole picture.
Two weeks after the incident, Jolene agreed to meet alone.
She came in angry, ready to fight. But when I showed her photos of Billy’s life — his first day of school, his birthday parties, William teaching him to ride a bike — something shifted in her face.
“He’s happy,” she whispered. “He doesn’t even know me.”
She admitted she hadn’t come for Billy. She’d come because she felt guilty for giving him up.
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