When He Forgot His Own Betrayal

Summary

I picked my son up from kindergarten, and to my absolute shock, my ex-husband, Ethan, was standing right outside my door. It had been three years since our divorce.

He crouched down and held out his arms. "Come here, son. Let Daddy hold you."

My five-year-old instantly hid behind my legs. Then, as if remembering something important, he poked his head back out and yelled, "Go away!"

Ethan suddenly broke down. Weeping hysterically, he asked me, "Mia, they told me we got a divorce. I don't believe it."