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

were together again.

The same man who had abandoned her when responsibility arrived.

Life moved forward. Sophie grew into a strong, kind, resilient girl.

Then Lena came back.

“I want Sophie to live with me,” she said casually at my doorstep.

I stared at her in shock. “What?”

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“She’s my daughter. Ryan wants to meet her now. He’s continue reading …