Divorce with Him

Summary

In my third year married to Collin, I learned I couldn’t have children—a permanent, irreversible defect. Grief consumed me, but Collin suggested adoption.

At the agency, we met a sweet, well-behaved girl. I adored her instantly. But on signing day, I noticed a tiny birthmark on her hand. "I don’t want her," I said.

Collin insisted, "We’re adopting her."

"Then I want a divorce."

Shocked silence filled the room.

"Over a birthmark?" Collin asked, disbelieving.

"Yes. It’s ugly."