The first time I saw Molly, I was completely taken by her. She was radiant—confident, full of life, and effortlessly beautiful. But things changed quickly after she found out she was expecting. Her boyfriend at the time, Tanner, walked away when he learned the news. While others distanced themselves, I stepped in. I didn’t hesitate—I wanted to help, to support her, and to be there for the child she was carrying. In a whirlwind of emotion, I asked her to marry me.
For a while, I thought we could make it work. But Molly struggled with the changes that came with motherhood. After our daughter, Amelia, was born, she seemed more distant, longing for the life she used to have. She pulled away emotionally, and I found myself taking on more of the parenting role. I didn’t mind. In fact, I fell completely in love with Amelia. Every late-night bottle, every lullaby—it bonded us in a way I never expected.
Five years passed. Molly became more and more detached. Then one day, she said something that changed everything: “I want a divorce.” She left shortly after, and I later learned she had reconnected with Tanner. Meanwhile, Amelia and I worked hard to find our rhythm again. It wasn’t always easy, but we built a life—full of laughter, learning, and love.
Then, unexpectedly, Molly returned.
“I want custody of Amelia,” she said. “Tanner and I are ready to be a family.”
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