When I gave birth to our daughter, my husband told me he wanted a son. A year later, he kept pushing, hinting it was time to “work on a boy.” I wasn’t ready—I wanted to wait a few more years. But he insisted, saying, “If you don’t do it, somebody else will!”
When our daughter turned three, he left us. I later found out he’d been involved with another woman for two years—and she was pregnant. Our divorce dragged on, with him even demanding half of our cutlery.
He finally got his “heir,” and two years later, another child was born. That was eleven years ago.
Recently, his mother reached out, asking me to meet. Reluctantly, I agreed. That’s when I learned my ex is getting divorced again—his new wife caught him cheating. He’s demanding full custody of the boys, but here’s the shocker: DNA tests proved they aren’t his.
His mother begged me to make peace and take him back, since we still share a daughter. But I said no. Some wounds run too deep.
