My father-in-law brought home a key employee from his company, a divorced, pregnant woman with nowhere to go. I never expected my husband to care about her even more than his own father did. He left me in the hospital struggling through a difficult labor just so he could go home and make sure the woman staying with us took her folic acid on time. She was the senior he had pursued for four years in college without ever winning her heart.
I tossed a divorce agreement in my husband's face. "You two should focus on building a good life together. That's all that matters."
But later, he regretted it and chased after me, begging my daughter to call him Dad. Holding my new husband's hand, my daughter looked at him innocently. "Who are you, mister?"
