My Husband Left Me with Our Three Kids When He Knew
the Genders of the Next Child, But He Regretted It Later
At our gender reveal party, I thought my husband Mason was just excited about the baby. But when the cake revealed pink—another girl—his joy turned to fury. He hurled the cake across the lawn, cursed the moment, and stormed out, leaving me and our three daughters stunned and heartbroken.
Three days later, still no word. I called his father, hoping for help. Thomas, a man of quiet strength, didn’t hesitate. “You’ll never go without,” he said—and wired me money to rebuild, calling me his true family.
Weeks passed before I saw Mason again—this time with another woman, shopping for a baby boy. He didn’t even deny it. “She didn’t give me a son,” he spat. It was never about love—it was about legacy. But fate had its own plans.
When I gave birth, it was a boy. I named him Thomas Jr. Months later, Mason showed up begging. But it was too late. “We’re not your backup plan,” I told him, and closed the door. My children behind me. My strength ahead. And me—finally enough.
