When I got pregnant, I believed I had finally found my family—me, Seth, and our baby. But midway through my pregnancy, Seth left, claiming another woman was expecting his child—and that she had more to offer. I gave birth alone, named my daughter Lila, and held onto her like she was all I had.
One night, Seth came back—exhausted and holding a hungry baby boy. His new wife had left him, and he had nowhere to go. I told him he could come in only after writing a full confession. As I fed his son, I watched the man who abandoned me write down everything he’d done.
