Then one morning, she showed up at my door — not with apologies, but demands. She wanted half of our late father’s inheritance. No remorse, no interest in Jake, just money.
Instead of giving in, I handed her an envelope — every receipt from 12 years of raising *her* son. The look on her face was worth it. She stormed off, threatening me, but it didn’t matter.
Because that day, I made it official. I legally adopted Jake. When I told him everything, he cried — not because of her, but because he finally understood how deeply he was loved.
Olivia left us twice. But I chose him. And I’ll keep choosing him, every day, forever.
Her greatest mistake became my greatest blessing.
