I trusted my ex-wife when she begged for full custody, promising I could see our daughter anytime. But when she started ignoring my calls, I drove to her house for answers only for her new husband to open the door, look me in the eye, and whisper, “There is no daughter.”
I loved my wife.
We met young, married fast, and within a year, we had a baby girl. She was perfect—tiny fingers, big brown eyes, and a giggle that could light up the darkest days. I remember holding her in the hospital, promising I’d always be there for her.
Then, everything fell apart.
One night, my wife sat me down at the kitchen table. Her eyes were red, but her voice was steady.
“I want a divorce.”
The words hit me like a punch. “What?”
Tears welled up in her eyes, but I wasn’t sure they were real. “It’s not working. We both know it.”
I didn’t know it. I thought we were just going through a rough patch. I begged her to reconsider, to think about our daughter. But she had made up her mind.
Then came the real blow.
“I want full custody.”
My hands clenched. “No. Absolutely not.” V
