Vanished for Three Years, I Returned as a Dad
On the day we're supposed to register our marriage, my girlfriend Jenny Sutton has me removed from the city hall. She walks in with her childhood sweetheart, Ronald Walsh.
She looks at me without a flicker of guilt and says, "Ronald's kid needs his legal status sorted out. Once we divorce, I'll marry you."
Everyone assumes I'll wait. I'm the devoted fool who's already waited seven years, so one more month seems trivial.
That night, I went along with my family's plan and left the country for a marriage of convenience. I cut myself cleanly out of Jenny's life.
Three years later, I return to the country with my wife, Ellie Olsen, who's a CEO, to pay respects at her family's graves.
A last-minute issue pulls her away, and she asks the local branch to send someone to pick me up. I didn't expect Jenny, not after three years.
"You have dragged this out long enough. Come back. Ronald's kid will be starting kindergarten soon. You can handle the school runs."