he moment I met Molly, I was captivated. She had a presence that drew people in effortlessly. But even beauty couldn’t shield her from heartbreak. When she became pregnant, her boyfriend walked away, leaving her devastated. I was there for her, comforting her through the tears, and somewhere along the way, I fell deeply in love. I didn’t care that the baby wasn’t mine—I just wanted to be part of their lives. So, I asked her to marry me.
Pregnancy was difficult for Molly. She struggled through each day, feeling weighed down by the changes and responsibilities ahead. I hoped that when the baby arrived, she would embrace motherhood and find joy in it. But when Amelia was born, Molly saw only what she had lost. She was distant, overwhelmed, and unable to connect with our daughter. The exhaustion and responsibility frustrated her, and she often spoke of the life she wished she still had.
For me, Amelia was everything. From the first moment she grasped my finger, I knew she was my world. I cared for her, soothed her cries, and promised to always be there. In the quiet hours of the night, I whispered reassurances, vowing she would never feel alone.
For five years, we lived in a fragile balance—Molly growing more distant, while Amelia and I grew closer. Then, one day, Molly finally voiced what had long been unspoken.
“I want a divorce. I need to start over.”
There was no hesitation, no sadness—only relief. She packed her things and left, and soon after, she reconnected with Tanner, the same person who had once walked away. While Amelia and I adjusted to our new life, Molly was focused on reclaiming the future she had envisioned for herself.
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