My Husband Abandoned Me with Newborn Triplets – Years Later I Accidentally Met Him Again
“I know,” he said, smiling at me.
“I’m serious, Greg,” I said. “You didn’t sign up for this.”
“Neither did you, Alli,” he said, squeezing my knee. “But here we are.”
I didn’t expect him to stay. I told myself every night that this was temporary, that he was only here out of guilt or obligation. But he kept coming back again and again. He took care of the babies, he took care of the apartment, he cooked, and he made me feel like a human.
A man busy in the kitchen | Source: Midjourney
I tried to resist leaning on him. I told myself not to depend on anyone, that it would hurt more when he left. But I found myself listening for the spare set of keys in the door.
And soon, I began to notice the way my body unclenched when he walked in.
And one night, when I was sitting on the bathroom floor crying into a towel, my nerves frayed and my chest tight with panic, I heard Greg humming softly to Amara.
An upset woman crying in a bathroom | Source: Pexels
It was the same lullaby my mother used to sing to me.
