My Ex Broke Down After My Son Turned Five

My new husband always acted like a child.

Before our son turned two, he would grab the boy’s food bowls every single day and refuse to let go.

When our son turned four, he had developed an obsession with planting seeds and watering the little garden in our backyard.

When our son turned five, I ran into my Christian ex-boyfriend after six years apart at a business event.

He looked the same as before and narrowed his eyes at me with cold disdain.

“Didn’t we agree never to see each other again after the breakup?

“How are you still this pathetic after six years? You chased me all the way here?”

In an instant, everyone turned to watch and whispered among themselves, wondering whether I would shamelessly beg him to get back together with me.

After all, back then, I had used every trick I had just to win over William. It was how I had managed to get hold of a man who seemed aloof and almost otherworldly.

No one knew that every time William slept with me, he would go to church and repent in secret before a photo of his foster sister.

He even kicked me out of the Wells family for her sake.

He forced me to donate over a quart of blood to his foster sister when I was hospitalized after a miscarriage.

From that moment on, my heart was numb. I returned to my hometown and married my devoted husband.

I never expected that six years later, I would see him again.

William watched me in silence, then pulled an old diamond ring from his pocket and tossed it at my feet.

“Pick it up, and put it on. I’ll marry you.”

I stared at the diamond ring on the floor. It was the same style I had loved six years ago.

It was also the wedding ring I had begged William for a whole month, but he had never bought it for me.

As I silently studied the ring, William’s expression darkened.

One of his friends, standing nearby, looked frustrated and slapped William on the shoulder.

“You finally ran into Emma, so why are you still being stubborn? Don’t you remember the past six years? You would have lived or died for her!”

He turned quickly to me.

“Emma, when you disappeared without a word back then, William searched for you for six years!

“He renounced his vows and rejected every arranged marriage the Wells family pushed on him.

“He missed you so much he was about to lose his mind. Just agree already and marry him!”

If I had not lived through those pitch-dark days six years ago myself, I might have believed every word.

I touched the ring on my finger and smiled calmly.

“I don’t think so. We broke up six years ago.

“Isn’t that right, Mr. Wells?”

William clenched his rosary so tightly that it snapped. His face darkened.

He had not expected me to refuse him.

After all,