Years after life separated me from Stephen, my high school sweetheart, we unexpectedly reunited at a work conference. Our love reignited, and Stephen proposed. But before moving forward, I told him about my son, Bob. He assured me he’d accept him, and we married three months later.
At first, Stephen was kind to Bob, but soon he grew distant. One night, he shockingly told me he couldn’t accept Bob and wanted me to send him to an orphanage. When Bob overheard, Stephen became angry and left us.
Months later, we unexpectedly ran into Stephen at a store. To my shock, he rejected Bob, denying he was his son. I showed him the DNA results, proving Bob was his child, but it was too late. I told him we had moved on, and we didn’t need him anymore.
Stephen’s regret didn’t change anything. Bob and I had built a life without him, and we were stronger for it.
