**The Man of My Dreams Left His Wife for Me I Had No Idea What Was Coming**
Id been sighing over him since my university days, back when I lived in a quiet village near Manchester. It was blind, reckless lovethe kind that makes you lose your head and forget everything else. When he finally noticed me years later, common sense abandoned me completely. Fate reunited us at the same law firmsame career, same passions. I was convinced it wasnt coincidence but destiny, a fairy tale about to unfold.
He seemed perfect, the man of my dreams. His marriage never troubled me in my youthI didnt understand the wreckage left behind when vows break. I felt no guilt when Edward left his wife for me. Whod have guessed that choice would lead to such sorrow? Old sayings dont lie: happiness built on anothers misery never lasts.
When he chose me, I floated on air, ready to forgive anything. But daily life revealed no prince. His clutter filled our flat; he outright refused to wash a dish. The chores fell on me like dead weight, yet I shrugged it offlove blinded me, made me soft, pliant.
He forgot his first marriage as if wiping it from memory. No children, he claimed, and the marriage had been his in-laws doing. *”With you, its differentyoure my destiny,”* hed murmur, and Id melt. My joy burned bright but brief as lightning. Everything shifted when I fell pregnant.
At first, Edward was radiant. His child! We threw a grand celebration, toasting health and happiness. That night remains etched in my minda flicker of warmth before the dark closed in. I dont regret it, but afterward, my blind love dimmed like a candle in the wind.
As my belly swelled, Edward vanished. Late nights, “work emergencies.” I bore it until I couldnt. Waddling around, exhausted, I faced his discarded shirts like silent accusations. Had we rushed into this? Love cools with timebut so fast?
He brought flowers, chocolatesempty gestures. I wanted *him*. Then the truth surfaced. Office chatter over coffee clued me in: a bright new hire. Coincidence? Maybe. But Edwards life was now “meetings,” “urgencies.” A note in his pocketunknown initials. I stuffed it back, pretended not to see. Fear of facing pregnancy alone froze me.
He sighed as if *I* were the burden, snapping that I was “always tense.” I avoided confrontation, knowing itd spell the end. And it did. The worst words: *”Im not ready for a child. Theres someone else.”* How he said itI cant recall. My world shattered.
But strength surged. I filed for divorce, each word on the form a stab. He never expected itor me tossing his things out the next day. Thankfully, the flat was rented; no messy split.
*”And the baby? How will you manage?”* he spat as a parting shot.
*”Ill manage. Remote work. Parents help. Mum always said you were a skirt-chasershouldve listened,”* I replied, shutting the door.
My son gave me a courage I never knew. Alone, I mightve stayedbut for him, I walked away. Edwards betrayal was so vile I erased him entirely. The scales fell from my eyes.
Post-divorce monthsbirth includedwere hell. I retreated to my parents home; they welcomed us, doting on their grandson. I missed Edward but fought the ache. Deep down, I knew: this was right. Id give my son everything.
Once recovered, I freelanced legal translations. Lean months came, but my parents steadied me until clients grew. Years blurrednursery turned to school, infancy to Year 6. For the first time in ages, I breathed easy.
Then *he* returned. Our small legal world meant he found my office effortlessly. I cursed not moving farther. He “reflected,” “regretted,” claimed hed been “young and stupid.” Now he wants to meet his sonthe boy hes never seen.
Legally, he can. The thought chills me. Weeks have passed since his plea. I said Id think on it, but my minds chaosno trust left. Is this my punishment? The cost of stealing him away? Im tempted to flee to another town, to save us from this past clawing back in.
