Seven days after our son, Theodore Jenkins, passed away, I ran into my wife, Jocelyn Seacross, at the mall. She was carrying armfuls of shopping bags, and when she looked at her childhood sweetheart, Levi Anderson, tenderness practically radiated from her eyes.But the moment she saw me, her brow furrowed. She eyed me with open wariness, her icy gaze cutting straight through me. "What are you doing here? Didn't we agree to get divorced? Don't tell me you've changed your mind?"Levi shot her a glance, then smiled apologetically at me. "Eleazar, please don't get the wrong idea. Josie is just really eager to marry me."As he spoke, he glanced subtly behind me, a smug smile forming on his lips. "Our wedding is set for a week from now. You're more than welcome to come. Oh, and bring the baby along!"I instinctively clenched my fists. But before I could say anything, Jocelyn cut in. "How could he possibly make it? He has to take care of the baby! Besides, Teddy's still so young—what
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