My Wife of 10 Years Left Me with Two Young Kids for a Wealthy Guy — 2 Years Later I Met Her Again and It Was Truly Poetic

I turned to Miranda, anger boiling in my chest.

“Fix this? Do you think you can just waltz back in like nothing happened?”

“Please, Charlie, please. Just give me one chance —”

“No,” I said firmly.

“You can’t see the girls. Not after you abandoned them like that. I don’t know how you can even call yourself a mother after trading your own children for money and a fantasy.

They deserve better, and so do I.”

Tears streamed down her face, but I didn’t care. “They’re happy, Miranda. They’ve moved on.

And so have I.”

I stood up, looking down at her one last time. “I hope you figure out how to fix your life. But you won’t do it at our expense.

Goodbye, Miranda.”

When I got home, the girls ran to meet me at the door. Sophie grabbed my hand. “Daddy, can we make pancakes?”

I smiled and knelt down to hug her.

“Of course we can, princess.”

Emily tugged at my shirt. “Can we put sprinkles on them?”

“You got it, sweetheart.”

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