"Sign it," Fernando commanded sternly, beckoning his butler, Andrew, to join him with the briefcase. Confused and shaken, I quietly asked, "What's this?" As I unfolded the papers, the words "Divorce Agreement" jumped out at me in bold, clear text. A wave of fear, disbelief, and shock washed over me. Fernando's decision to divorce me meant our world was irrevocably altered. Helen Crawford, once a demure and petite wife, found herself facing a sudden upheaval in her marriage. Fernando, with news of his former love's return, demanded a divorce without hesitation. Betrayed, I signed the papers in silence, stepping away from our life together, unaware that I was carrying our unborn child. Time passed, and karma seemed to catch up with Fernando, making him realize the grave error he'd made. Yet, by then, I had already shared with our son that he had no father, believing Fernando was gone. Now, with years passing, can Fernando still find a way to right his wrongs and reunite with his family, or will it truly be too late?
