{"id":727,"date":"2025-03-10T20:44:10","date_gmt":"2025-03-10T20:44:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/readmore.cx\/?p=727"},"modified":"2025-03-10T20:44:10","modified_gmt":"2025-03-10T20:44:10","slug":"i-just-wanted-to-see-you-one-last-time-my-terminally-ill-ex-wife-wrote-but-our-daughter-exposed-the-true-purpose-of-her-return","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/readmore.cx\/?p=727","title":{"rendered":"\u2018I Just Wanted to See You One Last Time,\u2019 My Terminally Ill Ex-wife Wrote \u2014 But Our Daughter Exposed the True Purpose of Her Return"},"content":{"rendered":"

Kian thought his ex-wife was long gone until she reappeared, claiming to be dying and desperate to see their daughter one last time. But when his little girl discovers a shocking secret hidden inside a teddy bear, Kian realizes the truth: his ex isn\u2019t there to say goodbye\u2026 she wants something else.<\/p>\n

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I won\u2019t lie, I never expected to hear from my ex-wife again.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Not after she walked away six years ago, leaving behind a two-year-old daughter and a husband who had begged her to stay. Not after she vanished into the world, sending nothing but a yearly postcard and a stuffed animal to remind us she was still alive.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI can\u2019t do this, Kian,\u201d she said, glancing at Kylie, our baby girl, while she took her jacket off the coat hook. \u201cBut you can.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I also didn\u2019t expect her to return like this, with a message that made my stomach twist uncomfortably.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Hey! Remember me? Doctors say I\u2019ll be gone soon. It\u2019s terminal. I just want to see you one last time. And Kylie. Please, let me!<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The text felt surreal.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I had moved on. I was happily remarried now, raising my daughter, Kylie, and my baby boy, Jake, with my incredible second wife, Lillian. Our life was full of bedtime stories, baby giggles, and a warmth that I had thought I\u2019d never have again after my divorce.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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But how do you say no to a dying person?<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Can you?<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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So, I agreed to meet her.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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She chose a restaurant for us to meet at. When I arrived, she was already seated, stirring a cup of coffee with a hand that was a little too steady for someone with a supposed terminal illness.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I sat across from her, unsure of what to say.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cSo\u2026 how long do you have, Marissa? When did you find out that you were this ill? Are you sure it\u2019s the proper diagnosis?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cIt\u2019s stage four. So, maybe months, maybe weeks. Who really knows, Kian? But it\u2019s been hard, you know?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I nodded, feeling an unexpected pang of sympathy.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI\u2019m sorry. Truly,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Sure, I didn\u2019t care for Marissa. But she had been my wife once, and I had loved her with everything I had. And she had given me Kylie\u2026 so, it was only natural that I was feeling some type of way toward her situation.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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She reached for my hand, and I pulled back instinctively.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cThat\u2019s why I wanted to see you,\u201d she continued, her voice soft. \u201cAnd Kylie. I need to see her, hold her. Just once\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I hesitated.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cLook, Marissa,\u201d I said. \u201cI\u2019m going to be serious with you. You do know that Kylie barely remembers you, right? You left when she was two.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A flicker of disappointment crossed her face.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cBut still, she got my gifts, right? The teddy bears? Doesn\u2019t she know me as the favorite person who sent her toys?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I bit back a bitter laugh.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Favorite person? The teddy bears? The once-a-year, guilt-ridden offerings that Kylie never played with?<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cShe got them,\u201d I said flatly.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI just\u2026 I just want to see her, Kian,\u201d she pressed. \u201cI want to say goodbye. I want to hold my child. I may have left, but I made her too, Kian. I carried her. My body did the work. And I\u2026 get to see her, and I get to say goodbye.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I exhaled. I couldn\u2019t argue with her words. I didn\u2019t want her around my daughter, but I didn\u2019t see any other way out.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cAll right, but you follow my rules. Okay?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Marissa nodded eagerly.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I didn\u2019t realize then that I should have never opened the door to Marissa.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The next day, the doorbell rang. Lillian and I exchanged a look, we weren\u2019t expecting anyone. We were making ice cream sandwiches to eat with our kids.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI\u2019ll get it,\u201d I said. \u201cBut don\u2019t eat anything without me!\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Kylie giggled.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I opened the door, and a huge teddy bear blocked the view of whoever was holding it.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Then a too-cheerful voice called out.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cSurprise!\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I nearly slammed the door in her face.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWhat the hell, Marissa?\u201d I hissed.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI wanted to see Kylie. You said I could,\u201d she beamed, pushing past me into the house.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Before I could stop her, Kylie came skipping down the hall, pausing when she saw Marissa.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cHi, Kylie! It\u2019s me, your mom!\u201d Marissa said, almost giddy.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Kylie just stared at her. Then she turned to me.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cDaddy, who is it?\u201d she asked. \u201cWho is this lady?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Marissa\u2019s face fell. My heart clenched, not out of sympathy for her, but because I hated that she did this to herself.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Lillian, cradling our son, stepped in smoothly.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cKylie, sweetheart, why don\u2019t you finish your coloring? We\u2019ll talk in a bit, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cBut what about our ice cream sandwiches?\u201d she asked, her eyes wide.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWe\u2019ll have them later, sweet girl,\u201d Lillian said.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Kylie nodded and disappeared into her room.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cKids, right?\u201d Marissa said, forcing a smile.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I should have thrown her out then. Immediately. Instead, I let her stay for dinner.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Over the next week, Marissa met Kylie at the park a few times. We never told our daughter about the cancer, it felt unnecessary when she barely recognized this woman as her mother.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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There was no need for me to explain it to my child.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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But then Marissa dropped another bombshell.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cThe doctors reassessed my condition,\u201d Marissa said, clutching my arm dramatically. \u201cIt\u2019s a miracle, Kian! There\u2019s a chance that I can live!\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I blinked slowly.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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What the hell?<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWow, that\u2019s\u2026 that\u2019s great,\u201d I managed to say.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWell, it\u2019s not as simple as that,\u201d Marissa said, biting her lip. \u201cI can recover\u2026 but it all depends on the medication. There\u2019s a new trial that the doctor thinks I should be on. But it\u2019s expensive.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I should have known.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201c$20,000.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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She said it casually. Like it was as easy as asking me to pass her the sugar at a table.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cThat\u2019s a lot of money, Marissa,\u201d I said firmly.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI know,\u201d she sighed. \u201cBut Kian, please\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Her eyes flickered toward Lillian, knowing exactly how to manipulate her.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Lillian turned to look at me, her eyes soft and melancholic.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI feel bad for Marissa,\u201d she said. \u201cMaybe we can\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I also felt bad for her.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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So, we considered it.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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And that was almost the biggest mistake of our lives.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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That night, Kylie walked into our room, clutching the teddy bear Marissa had given her.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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She looked serious. Far too serious for an eight-year-old.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cDaddy,\u201d she said quietly. \u201cShe\u2019s lying.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWhat do you mean, sweet pea?\u201d I asked, sitting up in bed.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cThis bear talks,\u201d Kylie said. \u201cWith her voice.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWhat?\u201d I asked, my stomach sinking.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Kylie was holding the latest bear that Marissa had given her the day after the last park outing. She had come over with a cheesecake and the bear, trying to figure out where we were with the transfer.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Kylie pressed the bear\u2019s stomach. A distorted voice crackled to life.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI\u2019ll get the money soon! And you owe me a drink!\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The air left my lungs suddenly.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I grabbed the bear and found a tiny hidden recorder inside. When I rewound it, Marissa\u2019s voice filled the room.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cYeah, I told Kian that it was stage four. And he totally bought it. He was practically crying at the restaurant. Twenty grand just for some fake tears.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Lillian sat up, horrified. Kylie looked at me, her little face filled with betrayal and understanding.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Marissa had been on the phone with someone, gloating about her scam, and had accidentally pressed record. Then, she handed Kylie her own confession.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI told you, she\u2019s not my mom,\u201d Kylie said.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cYou did, sweetheart. And you were right,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The next day, I sent Marissa a message.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I have the money. Come and get it.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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She showed up thirty minutes later.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Kylie handed her an envelope, thick with notes. Marissa\u2019s eyes lit up.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cOh, thank you, my dearest girl! It\u2019s so kind of you! This means so much\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cBefore you open it,\u201d I cut in. \u201cWe have something for you to listen to.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I pressed play.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Kian thought his ex-wife was long gone until she reappeared, claiming to be dying and desperate to see their daughter one last time. But when his little girl discovers a shocking secret hidden inside a teddy bear, Kian realizes the truth: his ex isn\u2019t there to say goodbye\u2026 she wants something else. I won\u2019t lie,…<\/p>\n

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