My wife came home pregnant with another man’s child.
Then she asked me to raise it.
“Harry is a widower. This is his only chance to have a baby. Choose.”
I had loved Belle for eight years. I had sacrificed everything for her.
But when Harry needed her, she abandoned me without hesitation.
When I was bleeding from a head wound, she refused to let me call for help.
When my mother collapsed, Belle threw her out of our home to protect Harry’s reputation.
That night, I made one decision.
I was leaving.
I called the teaching program and asked to be sent to Alaska.
Eight years of marriage ended in three seconds.
And this time, I would not come back.
