My Husband Left Me to Marry My Younger Sister — Four Years Later, When He Saw the Little Boy Beside Me, His Face Went Pale

I thought that would be the end of it. But it wasn’t.

In the following weeks, Mark began to appear — quietly, persistently. Outside my apartment building. Near the hospital. Once, even outside Jacob’s daycare.

He never shouted, never demanded, but his eyes carried the weight of regret. Every time he saw me, he said the same thing:
“Please. Just let me see him.”

I ignored him.

Until one evening, after tucking Jacob into bed, I found an envelope slipped under my door. Inside was a letter, written in shaky handwriting.

“I know I failed you both. I see him in my dreams every night. I can’t undo what I’ve done, but please — let me try.”

I sat there for a long time, the letter trembling in my hands.

Part of me wanted to tear it apart. Another part — the one that still remembered who he had once been — couldn’t.

Maybe Jacob deserved to know the truth. Maybe I was only punishing us both by keeping Mark away.

The First Meeting

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