My husband divorced me the night I learned I was pregnant—but two years later, one moment at a gala made his mistress realize what he’d lost

world.

And maybe I was.

My firm allowed remote work. Ava helped constantly. Life narrowed into diapers, deadlines, and surviving on caffeine.

Yet I had never felt more whole.

Sometimes late at night I wondered whether Caleb would have loved her.

Then I stopped wondering.

Because love was not theoretical.

Love showed up.

Two years passed.

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