Gone but Never Guilty

We were married two years. He was a loser.

I left him—and our newborn daughter—without looking back.

Years later, he became a famous forensic pathologist.

He found a new, loving stepmom for our daughter.

At his celebration, they whispered:

“Did Aria think Jaxson would make it big?”

“She’s probably busy in some rich guy’s bed.”

“If Aria comes back, would he take her?”

Six-year-old Lily snapped:

“Dad can’t take her back! Lily only knows her new mom!”

Jaxson picked her up, shooting a cold glare.

“Not on my big day. Don’t say that cursed name.”

He didn’t know—