They said we’d never be parents. Then I saw her kindergarten pickup line.
The infertility lie cost me years of grief and half my net worth before the truth emerged: she’d paid off her doctor to fake the results, ensuring a clean breakup and fresh start with someone else.
Today, my daughter’s laughter fills our home, proof that life offers second chances. But no amount of happiness can erase the memory of that doorstep moment—when the woman I’d loved revealed just how thoroughly she’d played me.
