Ella couldn’t believe it.
That was unforgivable.
She had fought so hard for a family. She had opened her heart and home to this boy. And Eric, when faced with the truth, wanted to close the door.
Ella made her decision.
She asked Eric to leave.
Choosing Love, Not Secrets
Eric didn’t vanish completely. He sent cards on Sam’s birthday. A small gift here and there. But their relationship remained distant, limited to surface gestures.
Ella, meanwhile, stood strong.
She raised Sam on her own. She gave him the life he deserved. They baked cookies on rainy afternoons. She read him stories at bedtime. And when he asked why Daddy wasn’t there anymore, she simply said:
“Because not everyone who helps bring you into the world is ready to love you the way you deserve. But I am.”
A Heart That Recognized Its Own
And maybe that’s what motherhood really is—not biology, but love. Not DNA, but a bond that forms when a heart says, “You are mine.”
Ella never regretted her decision. Not for a moment.
She chose Sam. She chose love.
Continue reading…