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

she was sitting on her bed crying.

“Mommy left?” she asked quietly.

I forced a smile. “She just needs some time, sweetheart. She’ll come back.”

But she never did.

After that, it was just the two of us. Sophie cried herself to sleep for months, but eventually we healed together. We built a routine. She became my entire world—my purpose, my joy.

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