Ben continued asking for forgiveness, but I made one thing clear: he could be responsible for Evelyn without being my husband.
Then I did something unexpected.
With Claire’s permission, I met her at a small café.
She was a beautiful young woman with Ben’s brown eyes.
When she saw Evelyn sleeping in her stroller, tears filled her eyes.
“She’s my little sister?”
I nodded.
Claire gently touched Evelyn’s tiny hand.
“She’s beautiful.”
Then she whispered something I’ll remember forever.
“Please don’t ever let her believe she wasn’t wanted.”
I reached across the table and held Claire’s hand.
“Neither of you was ever the problem.”
A few months later, Ben finally wrote Claire a sincere apology. Whether she forgives him is entirely her decision.
As for me, I haven’t decided whether our marriage can ever be repaired.
But I know one thing.
