After the divorce, I stopped falling in love

I was changing my younger son, Leo, when he suddenly asked, "Mom, are you the other woman?"

My brows furrowed instantly, my hands freezing mid-button. "Sweetheart, who told you your mom is the other woman?"

"Before preschool ended this afternoon, the teacher said it. She said I'm the other woman's son. But I'm your child, Mom, so... are you?"

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"Does my little man know what 'the other woman' means?"

Pure, innocent eyes stared back at me.

"No."

I composed myself, forcing a smile for Leo.