I’m Scott, a single dad at 34. I buried my wife four years ago after a tragic accident took her from us. I mourned while living for my daughter. But nothing prepared me for what happened last week when my little girl walked in hugging a handmade teddy bear… with my late wife’s embroidered initial.
Katherine and I met at Henderson Tech Solutions. She was this fierce project manager who could make grown programmers cry with a single glance, and I was just another designer trying not to stare at her during meetings.
Katherine’s parents came from old money — the kind of money that made problems disappear. Her father, Robert, owned half the commercial real estate in Millbrook County.
So we kept it professional for exactly three months before I couldn’t take it anymore.
“This is stupid,” I told her one evening as we worked late again. “I can’t concentrate on anything when you’re around.”
She looked up from her laptop, those glassy eyes sparkling. “Then quit!”
“What?”
“Quit this job. Go freelance. Then ask me out properly.”
So I did… and it was the best decision I ever made. We were married eight months later, and six months after that, she was pregnant with our baby girl, Bella.
“I can’t believe we’re having a baby,” Katherine whispered one night, her hand on her baby bump.
Something in her voice made me pause. “You’re happy about it, right?”
“Of course! I’m happy.” But she turned away when she said it.
Katherine worked from home during pregnancy. Conference calls echoed through our house until the day she went into labor. After Bella was born, my wife was back at her computer within a month, claiming she needed to “maintain her edge.”
What happened next changed everything… FULL STORY on the next page.
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