My Wifе Lеft Us, Саlling Оur Sоn А ‘Вurdеn’ – 10 Yеаrs Lаtеr, Shе Shоwеd Uр Аnd Dеstrоyеd My Lifе Аgаin
“James, please. I’ve grown.”
“Goodbye, Vanessa.” I hung up feeling both relieved and angry.
I put Aiden to bed that night, his little fingers clasped around mine.
“Dada, story?”
I grinned. Yes, my friend. There once was a time…”
Reading made me realize that we weren’t defined by Vanessa’s betrayal. When it came down to it, Aiden was my son. No one could take away our unity as a team.
Though I couldn’t predict the future, I was convinced of one thing. Combined, we would be stronger than before.
There was an odd quiet in the weeks following Vanessa’s call. It seemed as though a burden had been removed. It hurt to know the truth, but it also freed me. I carried on with Aiden’s routine, finding happiness in the small things.
The phone rang one morning when I was preparing breakfast. Once more, it was Vanessa.
She said, “James, we need to talk.”
“I told you, Vanessa, there’s nothing left to say.”
“You must hear this, though. Come over to the café with me.”
I reluctantly gave in. Vanessa appeared much more desperate at the café.
