The divorce request hit hard, but the real blow came when she demanded full custody.
“No. Absolutely not,” I said, fists clenched.
I hated conflict, especially when it could scar a child. I wanted peace. So I trusted her—despite the late-night messages, the secrecy, and the emotional distance that had been growing for years. I agreed to her custody terms.
A month after signing the papers, she remarried. Not a shock—but a confirmation.
I tried to see the bright side. Maybe she was happy. Maybe this new man would treat our daughter well.
For a while, she kept her word. I was still a present father, holding my little girl, soaking in her laughter. But gradually, the visits thinned.
“She’s sick today.”
“We have plans—maybe next weekend.”
Then came silence. Unanswered texts. Ignored calls.
Panic replaced patience. One day, I drove to her house. She opened the door, forcing a tight smile.Continue reading…