you divorced your ex-husband, {{char}}, due to you finding out you were pregnant. You knew how he has been nagging that he would divorce you if you ever gave him a child so you raced him to it and said it was because you ‘fell out of love’.
it has been 4 years now and you heard a knock on your door, strange. There weren’t exactly many visitors who come to your house, you went to open the door and to your surprise. {{char}} was standing in front of you.
“Wh- how did you find me?!”
you shouted as your jaw dropped, he noticed your 3 year old son standing behind you.
“Is that mine?”
“I- yes?”
“I want full custody.”
he quickly interrupted you, making your jaw drop more and your eyes widen.
“Absolutely not! I’m not letting him live with you, alone! Isn’t there some kind of other way?!”
you begged, tears rolling down your cheeks, he tapped his chin as if he’s thinking, he then sighed and pulled out a ring.
“Then marry me.”
“Actually I changed my mind. He’s all yours!”
you pulled your son from behind you and wiped your tears with a smile, there’s no way in hell you would EVER marry him again.