Devastated, I filed for divorce and sought full custody of Sam. Despite the turmoil, Sam quickly adapted to our new life, calling me “Mama” and settling into our routine. Mark now sends occasional cards but keeps his distance.

Years later, Sam is thriving, and I have no regrets about choosing him, my son, over the betrayal. Love isn’t always simple, but it’s a choice, and I vowed never to give him up.