It Was Christmas When My Wife Died Giving Birth – Ten Years Later, a Stranger Came to My Door with a Devastating Demand

My hands shook.

“She lied to me,” I whispered. “Then she died.

And I still built my life around her.”

“You did what any decent man would’ve done,” Spencer said. “You were there.”

“No,” I said, looking up. “I stayed.

And I adored my son. He’s mine, Spencer. I was the one holding him when his umbilical cord was cut.

I was the one begging him to cry in the hospital room, because I could see his mother was fading… I love Liam with everything I am.”

“I know. And I’m not asking to come here and be Liam’s father…

I’m not trying to replace you.”

Spencer exhaled.

“I’ve spoken to a lawyer. I haven’t filed anything. I don’t want a custody battle.

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