I married a pregnant woman to protect her—years later, she returned demanding the daughter I raised as my own

gently.

“I lost my youth. I never wanted this.”

“Please lower your voice,” I whispered. “Sophie can hear you.”

“I don’t care,” she shouted. “I want out. I’m filing for divorce. I don’t want this life anymore.”

I tried to calm her, to make her think it through—but her bags were already packed. She left that night without looking back.

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