Eight months pregnant with the miracle baby doctors said i’d never have, i watched my husband walk into my baby shower hand in hand with his twenty-two-year-old mistress.

“Because every day I see the man I became.”

His voice broke.

“And I hate him.”

Over time, with strict boundaries and court supervision, Ryan slowly built a relationship with Hunter.

Not because I owed him anything.

But because Hunter deserved the chance to know the truth and make his own decisions someday.

Years passed.

Ryan remained consistent.

Reliable.

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