From the moment I saw Molly, I was captivated by her beauty. But her boyfriend left when she got pregnant. She cried on my shoulder, and I asked her to marry me—I just wanted to be there for her.

Molly hated every moment of her pregnancy. I hoped things would change when Amelia was born, but Molly was still unhappy, longing for her old life. She barely cared for Amelia, but that little girl became my everything.

For five years, we lived this way until one day, Molly said, “I want a divorce! I’m done with you and that little girl!” A month later, she reunited with Tanner—the same guy who left her. While Amelia and I struggled, Molly partied.

Then, Molly returned: “Tanner’s ready to be a dad. Give me my daughter.” I refused. “She’s mine! I’ve been here while you’ve been gone!”

In court, Molly’s lawyer tried to dismiss me as a father. But Amelia stood tall and told the judge, “I want to stay with my daddy. He’s always there for me.”

The judge ruled in my favor. Holding Amelia, tears in my eyes, I knew we could face anything—together. Molly disappeared into the crowd, just a closed chapter.