Scenario:Three years of marriage ended the day Christopher handed me the divorce agreement. His true love had returned, and I knew where I stood. I walked away gracefully, erasing every trace of myself from his life.
I rebuilt my life, reestablishing my career as a doctor, earning respect and admiration from people who valued me. I thought I’d buried the past—until Christopher showed up again.
His usually calm, dignified demeanor crumbled as he confronted me, his arms tightening around me.
“Isabella,” he demanded, his voice trembling with anger. “Whose child is it?”
I met his gaze, defiantly. “Whose child do you think it is?”
“Darling,” he said, his voice softening, “if you’ll let me, I want to be the father.”
Now, I have a choice to make.
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Three years of marriage ended the day Christopher handed me the divorce agreement. His true love had returned, and I knew where I stood. I walked away gracefully, erasing every trace of myself from his life.
I rebuilt my life, reestablishing my career as a doctor, earning respect and admiration from people who valued me. I thought I’d buried the past—until Christopher showed up again.
His usually calm, dignified demeanor crumbled as he confronted me, his arms tightening around me.
“Isabella,” he demanded, his voice trembling with anger. “Whose child is it?”
I met his gaze, defiantly. “Whose child do you think it is?”
“Darling,” he said, his voice softening, “if you’ll let me, I want to be the father.”
Now, I have a choice to make.
It was a divorce agreement that ended our three years of marriage the day he handed it to me.
His true love had returned, and I knew where I stood.
I signed it and left gracefully, erasing every trace of me from his life.
Three years of marriage ended that day.
I thought I had buried the past and moved on.
Until he showed up again, discovering I was pregnant with another man’s child.
Now, I have a choice to make.
"Isabella," he demanded, his voice trembling with anger.
"Whose child is it?"
I met his gaze, defiantly.
"Whose child do you think it is?"
"Darling," he said, his voice softening.
"If you’ll let me, I want to be the father."
Isabella
Three years of marriage ended the day Christopher handed me the divorce agreement.
His true love returned, and I knew where I stood.
I signed the paper and left gracefully, erasing every trace of me from his life.
Evelyn remained a good friend despite our divorce.
She never asked about my marriage or why I divorced her brotherinlaw.
She waited for me to tell her and respected my privacy.
I didn’t tell her until I was ready to move on.
It was she who encouraged me to move on from the heartaches and erase the past.
