The moment I saw Molly, I was hooked. She was stunning—but also heartbroken. Her boyfriend, Tanner, had left her as soon as she got pregnant. She cried on my shoulder, and I, hopelessly in love, asked her to marry me. I didn’t care that the baby wasn’t mine—I just wanted to be there for both of them. Molly hated every second of her pregnancy, and I kept hoping she’d grow into motherhood after the baby arrived. But when Amelia was born, Molly didn’t change. She missed her old life, partied when she could, and barely cared for our daughter. Meanwhile, Amelia became the center of my universe. For five years, we lived this strange life—me being both mom and dad, and Molly drifting further away. Then,

out of the blue, she said, “I want a divorce. I’m done with you and that little girl. I wish I’d never had her.” It crushed me—but I let her go. Just a month later, she was back with Tanner, living it up while Amelia and I adjusted to life without her. We were finally finding peace when Molly showed up again. “Tanner’s ready to be a dad. Hand over my daughter,” she said coldly. I couldn’t believe it. “You walked away. I stayed. You don’t get to ,