Married a Man with Too Many Secret Sons

Five years ago, my husband Aaron's first love got pregnant with his child.

I asked for a divorce. He begged me through tears:

"I'll send her to Europe. They'll never come back, and I'll compensate you with half of everything I own. Please don't divorce me."

My heart softened, and I agreed.

Five years later, I went on a business trip to a neighboring city and found a little boy.

I took him to the police station.

When the officer called the boy's family, a familiar voice came through the phone.

"Baby, don't be scared. I'm coming to get you right now."