16/01/2025
When Chloe was born, Josh and I were barely scraping by. Money was tight, and he turned into the biggest cheapskate. We were exhausted, broke and fighting every single day. The penny-pinching got insane, but that wasn’t the worst. One day, I came home, and everything was gone—his stuff, him. All he left was a note on the table: “I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry.”
I was shattered. How was I supposed to be a single mom? But I had Chloe, and she needed me, so I had to figure it out.
For ten years, I busted my butt raising her, always telling her it wasn’t her fault her dad left. Life finally started to feel normal again… until there was a knock at the door.
I opened it, and my jaw hit the floor. Standing there, 10 years after disappearing, was Josh. But, dear God… what happened to him?!😨