My Ex-husband Returned 10 Years After Leaving, but Not for the Reason I Expected
When my ex-husband, Josh, showed up on my doorstep after disappearing for 10 years, I had no idea why he’d returned. What could he possibly want now, after abandoning me and our daughter, Chloe?
Looking at Josh, I didn’t recognize the man I’d once fallen in love with. Time had aged him, and guilt was written all over his face. At that point, I had every right to slam the door in his face, but I didn’t do it.
I didn’t do it for Chloe’s sake. I knew she needed her dad in her life.
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Being a single mom isn’t easy, but raising my daughter, Chloe, has been the most rewarding challenge of my life.
For 10 years, it’s just been the two of us. There were moments I struggled, but every time Chloe smiled or reached a milestone, I knew it was all worth it.
She’s my pride, my strength, and my reason to keep going.
But things weren’t always this way.
Years ago, I was married to Josh, a man I once thought would be my forever.
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We met through a mutual friend, and I was immediately drawn to his charm and wit. Our friendship turned into love almost effortlessly.
Back then, I noticed a few things about Josh that I chose to ignore.
For one, he was always cautious about money. I remember how he hesitated before agreeing to splurge on a nice dinner or how he’d suggest I not buy something because it seemed “too expensive,” even when it wasn’t. I brushed it off as him being practical.
In hindsight, those were red flags I should have paid attention to.
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When Josh proposed, I didn’t think twice. We were in love, and at that time, both of us were working stable jobs.
We got married in an intimate ceremony, and it was just perfect.
But a few months into our marriage, cracks began to show. Josh’s frugality became more pronounced.
He’d question every purchase, from groceries to basic household items.
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“Do we really need this?” he’d ask, even when the answer was obvious.
It wasn’t long before I found myself managing most of our expenses, which led to tension. So, one evening, I decided to address it.
“Josh,” I said gently, “why am I covering most of the bills lately? We’re supposed to be a team.”
He sighed and apologized.
“I love you, Lauren, and I promise I’ll step up. I just want to make sure we’re being responsible.”
His words reassured me, but looking back, I realize they were just that. Words.
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When I became pregnant, Josh surprised me. He seemed genuinely excited and eager to prepare for the baby’s arrival.
He bought furniture for the nursery, attended prenatal classes with me, and even treated me to a spa day. For a while, I believed this was the real Josh.
After Chloe was born, his enthusiasm continued. He doted on her, buying toys and clothes and making sure we had what we needed.
Back then, I felt super grateful. I thought we’d finally found our groove as a family.
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But as time went on, the old Josh resurfaced. He began complaining about the cost of diapers and formula, grumbling that we were spending too much on Chloe.
When I mentioned we needed a new car seat because Chloe had outgrown hers, he snapped, “Do you know how much those things cost?”
Arguments about money became a regular occurrence. He was struggling at work, but he wouldn’t talk to me about it.
Instead, he bottled everything up, growing distant and irritable.
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Then came the evening that changed everything.
I’d just returned from work when I found a note on the kitchen table.
I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry.
Next to it were divorce papers, already signed. Josh had left without saying anything. No explanation. No goodbye.
I was left to pick up the pieces for myself and our two-year-old daughter, Chloe. At the time, I thought I’d never recover.
The early days after Josh left were full of tears.
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I couldn’t understand how someone could walk away from their family, especially their own child. I tried calling him, but his number was disconnected. I even reached out to his friends, but none of them had heard from him.
For a long time, I questioned everything. Was he with someone else? Or was the pressure of being a father too much for him?
But Chloe didn’t leave me much time to dwell on my pain. She needed me, and I had to be strong for her.
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I took on a second job to make ends meet, often skipping meals or wearing the same old clothes so I could provide everything she needed.
As the years passed, Chloe and I built a close bond. I was her everything. Her mom, her dad, her protector, and her biggest cheerleader.
But explaining Josh’s absence was never easy.
When Chloe was younger, I’d tell her, “Daddy had to leave because he was going through things I couldn’t understand.”
A woman braiding her daughter’s hair | Source: Pexels
As she got older, I explained more, though I never badmouthed him.
“It wasn’t your fault, and it wasn’t mine,” I told her. “Sometimes adults make choices they regret.”
However, when Chloe turned 12, she started asking harder questions.
“Do you think he regrets it, Mom?” she asked one evening as we sat together on the couch.
“I don’t know, sweetie,” I replied. “But I do know that his choices don’t define you or me.”
“I’m glad I have you,” she said quietly.
“And I’m glad I have you, too,” I said and smiled.
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At that point, I thought we’d moved past the pain Josh had caused. I thought we were finally at peace, unaware that the past would literally come knocking at my door.
It happened on a quiet Saturday afternoon.
Chloe was at a friend’s house, and I was finally catching up on some much-needed cleaning when the doorbell rang.
I expected it to be a package or maybe a neighbor. But when I opened the door, I froze.
It was Josh.
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He looked different.
He was thinner and older, and his once vibrant eyes looked so dull.
“Hi, Lauren,” he said in a trembling voice.
I stared at him in shock. I wanted to slam the door in his face, scream at him for what he’d done, and demand answers.
But instead, I asked, “What are you doing here?”
He exhaled deeply.
“I, uh… Can I come in? I need to talk to you.”
A man talking to a woman | Source: Midjourney
Against my better judgment, I stepped aside and let him in. Not because I wanted to, but because I couldn’t ignore the possibility that Chloe deserved answers, even if I didn’t want to hear them myself.
Chloe came home about an hour later.
She walked into the living room, spotted Josh, and froze mid-step. Then, her gaze shifted to me as she searched for an explanation.
“Is that… is that Dad?” she asked.
I’d shown Chloe photos of him, and he looked way older than the image of him she had built in her mind.
“Yes,” I nodded. “That’s your father.”
A woman standing in her house | Source: Midjourney
“Hi, Chloe,” Josh said as he stood up awkwardly.
For a long moment, there was silence. Then Chloe, always so composed, asked the most important question.
“Why are you here?”
Josh’s shoulders slumped, and he lowered himself into a chair.
“Because I made a mistake, Chloe,” he whispered. “I left when I shouldn’t have. And now I’m here to make things right.”
“And how do I know you won’t leave again?” Chloe asked.
Josh looked like he’d seen a ghost. He started coughing before he could answer.
“You don’t,” he finally replied. “But I’ll spend every moment I have proving to you that I won’t.”
A tired man | Source: Midjourney
I knew I couldn’t trust Josh, but I decided to give him a chance for my daughter’s sake.
“You can stay for dinner,” I said finally. “But this doesn’t mean anything. We’re taking this one step at a time.”
Josh nodded gratefully, clearing his throat. “Thank you, Lauren. I, uh, I promise, I just want to reconnect with Chloe.”
A man looking at his ex-wife | Source: Midjourney
That night, I lay awake, grappling with the decision to let him back into our lives. I told myself I was doing it for Chloe, but a part of me knew I needed answers, too.
Who was this man now, and why had he really come back? He looked so different. So weak. So fragile.
A few weeks after his return, things were still tense. He visited daily and bonded with Chloe while helping her with homework. They even cooked dinner together sometimes.
I noticed she was beginning to warm up to him, though her guard was still up.
A girl looking away from her father | Source: Midjourney
One evening, after they had finished a school project, Chloe turned to me with a question. “Mom, do you think Dad will disappear again?”
Honestly, I didn’t have an answer.
“I don’t know, sweetheart. But I promise, no matter what happens, I’ll be here.”
That’s when my gaze landed on Josh who’d overheard the conversation. He looked devastated but didn’t say anything.
Later that night, I confronted him before he left.
“What are you really doing here, Josh?” I asked. “Why now, after all this time?”
A woman talking to her ex-husband | Source: Midjourney
His face clouded with guilt, but he deflected.
“I just… I saw her picture in the paper when she won the Academic Excellence Award. It hit me how much I’ve missed, Lauren.”
“I don’t believe it. You’re not telling me everything,” I pressed. “There’s more, isn’t there?”
Josh didn’t answer, but his health was already raising more questions than he could dodge.
I’d noticed him cough several times ever since he’d returned to our lives, and it hadn’t gotten any better. He also had this fatigue that didn’t seem to improve.
A worried man | Source: Midjourney
Whenever I asked him about it, he just said he was “exhausted from traveling,” but I wasn’t convinced.
And then came the evening his secret came to light.
Josh was helping Chloe with her homework in the living room when I heard a loud thud. I rushed in to find him collapsed on the floor.
“What happened to him, Mom?” Chloe asked, crying.
“Josh?” I shouted, trying to shake him awake. “Josh? What happened?”
He didn’t respond and was trying hard to catch his breath. I knew we needed help, so I immediately called an ambulance and rushed him to the hospital.
I didn’t even have time to process what was happening before a doctor approached me.
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“We’ve stabilized him,” he said. “But he needs to stay overnight for observation.”
My knees wobbled as I nodded.
I was led into the room where Josh lay, pale and fragile, hooked up to machines that beeped softly in the background.
When he saw me, he weakly motioned for me to come closer.
“I have to tell you something,” he whispered.
“What is it, Josh?” I asked as I sat beside him. I gripped the chair so tightly my knuckles turned white.
“I have cancer, Lauren. Late-stage. The doctors say I don’t have much time.”
I was unable to comprehend his words.
“Cancer?” I repeated. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
A woman talking to her ex-husband | Source: Midjourney
“I didn’t want you and Chloe to think I came back because I needed something,” he said. “I didn’t want to burden you more than I already have.”
“You… you left us, Josh,” I managed to speak, staring into his eyes. “You left me to raise Chloe alone, and now you’re back because you’re dying? Do you have any idea what we’ve been through?”
He winced at my words but didn’t look away.
A man in a hospital bed | Source: Midjourney
“I know I hurt you, Lauren,” he whispered. “But back then, I thought leaving was the right thing to do. I felt like a failure. As a husband. As a father… I couldn’t provide for you the way you deserved. My anxiety convinced me that you were better off without me. After all, our arguments never seemed to end.”
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“Better off?” I snapped as tears streamed down my cheeks. “Chloe grew up wondering why her dad didn’t want her. She deserved so much better than this, Josh! We could’ve worked everything out. We could’ve found a solution.”
“I know,” he said, his voice breaking. “I wanted to come back so many times, but I was ashamed. Every time I thought about returning, I’d convince myself it was too late. And then… this illness forced me to confront the truth. I couldn’t leave this world without making things right with Chloe.”
A man lying in a hospital bed | Source: Midjourney
I didn’t know what to say after that. We stayed silent for a few minutes as I processed my feelings. I wanted to scream at him, but I also felt like crying for him.
“What am I supposed to tell Chloe now?” I finally asked. “How am I supposed to help her through this?”
“Tell her I came back because I love her,” he cried. “Tell her I want to be here for her, for however much time I have left.”
That evening, I sat down with Chloe and gently explained what was happening.
A woman talking to her daughter | Source: Midjourney
“So, he’s going to leave us again?” she asked, looking at me with wide eyes.
“No, honey. Not like before,” I said, pulling her into a hug. “This time, he’s here to stay for as long as he can.”
Chloe was hurt, confused, and angry all at once.
“Why did he have to wait until now? Why couldn’t he come back when I was little?”
“I don’t know, sweetie. But I think… I think he was scared. People don’t always make the right choices, even when they mean well.”
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My little girl was angry, but she didn’t let it control her decision. She understood her father was in a difficult position, so she agreed to forgive him.
She told me she wanted to spend what time they had left together.
In the weeks following his diagnosis, Josh made every effort to bond with Chloe. He played board games with her, cheered her on at her soccer matches, and even helped her bake cookies for a school fundraiser.
One Saturday afternoon, Chloe found Josh writing at the dining table.
“What are you doing, Dad?” she asked curiously.
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“I’m writing letters for you,” he smiled. “For all the big moments in your life. Your graduation, your wedding, or just a day when you need a reminder of how much I love you.”
“But you don’t need to leave me notes,” Chloe said as she sat beside him. “I just want you to stay.”
Those words broke my heart.
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Unfortunately, Josh passed away a few months later.
He was happy knowing he was surrounded by the two most important people in his life during the last moments of his life.
“I love you more than you’ll ever know,” he’d said a few minutes before he left us.
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After his death, Chloe clung to the letters he left behind, often reading them aloud.
One evening, she turned to me and said, “I know he wasn’t perfect, but he loved me in the end. That’s what I’ll hold on to.”
I smiled through my tears and pulled her into a hug.
I felt incredibly proud of the compassion and resilience Chloe had inherited. Moreover, I was amazed at how she’d forgiven her father and only wanted to remember how kind and caring he was.
A woman standing in her house | Source: Midjourney
As for me, I’ve also forgiven my ex-husband, and it has given me the peace to move forward in my life. I’m grateful fate gave me a chance to answer the questions that had been worrying me for ten years.
I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I’m relieved knowing my past will never haunt me again.
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Estávamos jantando em um restaurante para comemorar nosso aniversário quando meu namorado saiu correndo gritando: “ELE FEZ DE NOVO!”
Um jantar romântico com meu namorado, com meus pais cuidando do meu filho — o que mais eu poderia querer? No entanto, a noite perfeita tomou um rumo chocante quando meu namorado gritou de repente: “Ele fez de novo!” e saiu correndo.
“Ele fez de novo!” A voz de Blake ecoou pelo restaurante, interrompendo conversas e chamando a atenção.
Um homem assustado e chocado | Fonte: Freepik
Por uma fração de segundo, eu congelei, meu garfo pairando no ar. O que estava acontecendo? Por que Blake estava gritando? E por que ele estava saindo da cadeira em direção ao fundo do restaurante?
Deixe-me voltar.
Era para ser a noite perfeita. Blake e eu estávamos comemorando nosso aniversário de um ano, algo que eu estava esperando a semana toda.
Um casal feliz em um restaurante | Fonte: Freepik
Meu filho de 4 anos, Liam, estava conosco, mas meus pais, sempre os salva-vidas, vieram para tomar conta das crianças. Eles se sentaram a alguns metros de distância, dando a Blake e a mim espaço para aproveitar nosso jantar enquanto ficavam de olho em Liam. Tudo parecia ideal.
O restaurante era quente e aconchegante, iluminado por velas tremeluzentes em cada mesa. O suave zumbido de risadas e copos tilintando enchia o ar.
Um restaurante aconchegante | Fonte: Pexels
Eu até usei meu vestido vermelho favorito, aquele que Blake disse uma vez que me fazia “parecer mágica”. Blake, normalmente tão composto, pareceu distraído desde o começo. Ele continuou se mexendo no assento, torcendo o guardanapo e olhando ao redor como se esperasse que algo saltasse para ele.
“Você está bem?”, perguntei, estendendo o braço sobre a mesa para tocar sua mão.
“É”, ele disse rapidamente, me dando um sorriso tenso. “Só… estou bem.”
Um homem nervoso | Fonte: Freepik
A perna dele quicou por baixo da mesa. Lancei-lhe um olhar cético, mas decidi não insistir. Talvez ele estivesse nervoso com alguma coisa, embora eu não conseguisse imaginar o quê.
O garçom veio anotar nossos pedidos e foi aí que as coisas ficaram realmente estranhas.
“Ei, vocês têm câmeras de segurança lá fora?” Blake perguntou.
O garçom piscou, confuso. “Hum, não tenho certeza. Eu poderia perguntar—”
Um homem conversando com um garçom | Fonte: Freepik
“Não, está tudo bem”, Blake disse, acenando para ele. “Só curiosidade.”
Franzi a testa. “Do que se trata?”
Blake deu de ombros. “Nada. Só checando.”
Minutos depois, Blake fez outra pergunta estranha. “A área externa está reservada para alguma coisa hoje à noite? Tipo, um evento ou algo assim?”
Um homem sério falando com um garçom | Fonte: Pexels
O garçom hesitou. “Não, senhor. É um lugar aberto. Por quê?”
“Por nada.” Blake sorriu tensamente, mas notei que ele nem sequer tocou na bebida.
“Blake, sério”, sussurrei, me inclinando para mais perto. “O que está acontecendo com você?”
Ele balançou a cabeça. “Não é nada. Só… estou de olho.”
Um casal sério no restaurante | Fonte: Freepik
“Para quê? Um meteoro?” Tentei aliviar o clima, mas ele não riu. Em vez disso, ele continuou olhando para a mesa dos meus pais. Minha mãe estava rindo de algo que meu pai tinha dito. Liam estava sentado entre eles, alegremente acelerando seu carrinho de brinquedo pela mesa.
Tudo parecia bem. Por que Blake estava tão tenso?
“Blake, fale comigo”, eu disse, com mais firmeza dessa vez.
Uma mulher séria em um café | Fonte: Freepik
Ele suspirou, esfregando a nuca. “Não consigo explicar. É só um sentimento, ok? Como se… algo estivesse prestes a acontecer.”
Olhei para ele. “Um sentimento?”
“É”, ele disse, encontrando meus olhos. “Eu sei que parece loucura.”
Um homem nervoso esfregando os olhos | Fonte: Pexels
Antes que eu pudesse responder, meu pai se levantou e foi embora, provavelmente para atender uma ligação. O olhar de Blake o seguiu como um falcão rastreando uma presa. Seus dedos apertaram o guardanapo, sua perna quicando mais forte sob a mesa.
“Blake, pare”, eu disse suavemente. “Você está me assustando.”
Então aconteceu.
Uma mulher séria e nervosa em um restaurante | Fonte: Freepik
Blake pulou do assento tão rápido que derrubou a cadeira. Seus olhos estavam arregalados, sua voz urgente. “Ele fez de novo!”
“O quê—?” Eu comecei, mas ele já estava correndo. Meu coração batia forte enquanto eu me virava para a área de estar ao ar livre, tentando descobrir o que diabos estava acontecendo.
Foi quando eu vi. O carrinho de brinquedo do Liam. Flutuando na piscina.
Uma lembrança terrível surgiu como um maremoto.
Uma mulher chocada | Fonte: Freepik
Fazia quase um ano, não muito tempo depois que Blake e eu começamos a namorar. Estávamos no churrasco de um amigo, e Liam estava brincando com uma bola perto da piscina deles. Virei as costas por apenas um segundo — um segundo — e ouvi o barulho. Liam jogou a bola e pulou atrás dela, sem entender o quão perigoso era.
O pânico me congelou naquele momento, mas não Blake.
Um homem pulando em uma piscina | Fonte: Midjourney
Ele foi quem mergulhou, puxando Liam para fora antes que ele afundasse. Eu ainda conseguia me lembrar do terror que senti e do alívio quando Blake o entregou para mim, pingando e seguro. Eu até brinquei depois que Blake era o herói de Liam.
Agora estava acontecendo de novo.
Liam. Meu bebê. Braços balançando, seu rostinho mal saindo da superfície.
Uma mulher assustada | Fonte: Freepik
“Não!”, gritei, empurrando minha cadeira para trás com tanta força que ela caiu. Minhas pernas pareciam gelatina, mas cambaleei em direção à piscina, minha respiração saindo em suspiros curtos.
Blake já estava lá. Ele não hesitou. Ele nem tirou os sapatos. Em um movimento fluido, ele mergulhou na água.
Um homem completamente vestido em uma piscina | Fonte: Freepik
“Por favor, por favor, por favor”, sussurrei baixinho, observando em terror impotente enquanto Blake alcançava Liam. Ele o agarrou pelos braços, levantando-o para fora da água com um único movimento forte. Liam tossiu, cuspiu e soltou um gemido.
Corri para frente, braços estendidos, enquanto Blake saía da piscina. Água pingava de suas roupas, seu rosto pálido, mas determinado.
Homem saindo de uma piscina | Fonte: Freepik
“Leve-o”, ele disse, com a voz firme apesar da respiração irregular.
Peguei Liam em meus braços, apertando-o com tanta força que ele se contorceu. “Mamãe! Muito apertado!”, ele gritou, mas eu não conseguia soltar.
“Está tudo bem, baby”, eu sussurrei, embora minha voz tremesse. “Você está bem. Você está segura.”
Blake estava ao meu lado, todo molhado, seu peito arfando. Suas mãos tremiam enquanto ele tirava os cachos molhados de Liam dos olhos. “Ele está bem”, ele disse, mais para si mesmo do que para mim. “Ele está bem.”
Uma mulher abraçando seu filho | Fonte: Freepik
Minha mãe e meu pai vieram correndo, o rosto da minha mãe estava pálido como um fantasma. “Meu Deus, o que aconteceu?!” ela gritou.
“Ele pulou”, Blake disse, sua voz firme. “Atrás do brinquedo dele.”
A boca do meu pai abriu e fechou, seu telefone ainda agarrado em sua mão. “Eu… eu só me afastei por um segundo—”
Um homem de meia idade chocado | Fonte: Freepik
“Mais tarde,” eu rebati, minha voz mais áspera do que eu pretendia. Meus braços ainda estavam em volta de Liam, seu pequeno corpo quente e úmido contra o meu. Lágrimas turvaram minha visão enquanto eu olhava para Blake. “Você… você o salvou.”
Blake deu um sorriso fraco e trêmulo. “Esse é meu trabalho.”
Assim que minha respiração começou a se estabilizar, Blake fez algo que me deixou completamente chocada. Ele se virou e voltou para a piscina. Então, para minha total confusão, ele mergulhou de novo.
Um homem mergulhando em uma piscina | Fonte: Freepik
“O que você está fazendo?!”, gritei, meu coração saltando na garganta.
Ele não respondeu. Ele desapareceu sob a superfície, a água ondulando ao redor dele. Fiquei paralisada, agarrada a Liam enquanto Blake emergia, ofegante, mas de mãos vazias. Ele mergulhou de novo, e de novo, enquanto a pequena multidão que se reunira assistia em silêncio.
Pessoas chocadas | Fonte: Freepik
Na terceira vez, ele surgiu segurando algo brilhante na mão. Ele tirou o cabelo molhado do rosto e saiu da piscina, com água escorrendo dele. Seus olhos se fixaram nos meus enquanto ele se aproximava, segurando o que quer que fosse firmemente entre os dedos.
Então ele caiu de joelhos.
O mundo pareceu ficar em silêncio. Minha mãe engasgou. Meu pai congelou. Até Liam parou de se contorcer.
Fazendo uma proposta de casamento | Fonte: Freepik
Blake abriu a mão, revelando um pequeno anel brilhante. O diamante captou a luz, cintilando como uma estrela. Sua voz tremeu enquanto ele falava.
“Liam já acha que eu sou seu herói”, ele disse, olhando para mim com aqueles olhos quentes e firmes pelos quais eu me apaixonei um ano atrás. “Mas eu quero ser seu herói também. Para sempre.”
Um homem segurando uma aliança de casamento | Fonte: Pexels
Meus joelhos estavam fracos. O mundo inteiro parecia inclinar-se. “Blake…”
“Eu te amo”, ele disse simplesmente. “E eu amo Liam. Você é minha família. Você quer se casar comigo?”
Por um momento, tudo o que pude fazer foi rir. Não porque fosse engraçado, mas porque eu estava tão sobrecarregado que não sabia mais o que fazer. “Sim”, finalmente consegui dizer, minha voz tremendo. “Sim!”
Uma mulher feliz cobrindo o rosto com as mãos | Fonte: Freepik
O restaurante explodiu em aplausos. Minha mãe começou a chorar. Meu pai deu um tapinha nas costas de Blake. Liam, alheio ao drama, bateu palmas junto, sorrindo. “Yay!”, ele gritou. “Mamãe está feliz!”
Blake colocou o anel no meu dedo, sua mão ainda tremendo. “Você está presa comigo agora”, ele disse, seu sorriso torto, mas cheio de amor.
“Bom”, eu disse, minha voz embargada. “Eu não faria de outra forma.”
Um homem dando um anel a uma mulher | Fonte: Pexels
Mais tarde, enquanto juntávamos nossas coisas para ir embora, minha mãe me puxou para um abraço. “Sinto muito”, ela sussurrou, sua voz grossa de culpa. “Nós deveríamos ter prestado mais atenção.”
“Está tudo bem, mãe”, eu disse, apertando-a com força. “Ele está bem. É isso que importa.”
Meu pai deu um passo à frente, esfregando a nuca. “Blake… te devo uma bebida. Ou dez.”
Blake apenas riu, dando um tapinha no ombro do meu pai. “Estamos todos bem.”
Dois homens conversando | Fonte: Freepik
Enquanto caminhávamos para o carro, Liam tagarelava sobre seu carrinho de brinquedo, completamente inconsciente de quão perto estávamos do desastre. Olhei para o anel em meu dedo, seu brilho capturando o brilho das luzes da rua.
Blake estendeu a mão, entrelaçando seus dedos com os meus. “Você está bem?”, ele perguntou suavemente.
Eu assenti, minha garganta apertando. “É. Mais do que ok.”
Um casal de mãos dadas | Fonte: Pexels
Enquanto Blake nos levava para casa, eu não conseguia parar de olhar para ele. Meu herói. O super-herói de Liam. O homem que salvou meu filho, duas vezes agora, e que me deu um novo tipo de para sempre.
O verdadeiro tesouro não estava no meu dedo. Estava sentado no banco do motorista.
Um homem dirigindo à noite | Fonte: Pexels
Gostou desta história? Considere conferir esta : O Dia de Ação de Graças na casa da mamãe sempre foi cheio de risadas, pratos tilintando e piadas cafonas do papai. Mas este ano, a casa silenciosa e a poltrona vazia do papai me fizeram pensar em quais segredos estavam escondidos sob a superfície.
Este trabalho é inspirado em eventos e pessoas reais, mas foi ficcionalizado para fins criativos. Nomes, personagens e detalhes foram alterados para proteger a privacidade e melhorar a narrativa. Qualquer semelhança com pessoas reais, vivas ou mortas, ou eventos reais é mera coincidência e não intencional do autor.
O autor e a editora não fazem nenhuma reivindicação quanto à precisão dos eventos ou à representação dos personagens e não são responsáveis por nenhuma interpretação errônea. Esta história é fornecida “como está”, e quaisquer opiniões expressas são as dos personagens e não refletem as opiniões do autor ou da editora.
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