After Our Fall-out, I Dodged His Enticements

After seven years into marriage, everyone around us is on our case about having a baby.

"Tick-tock, if you don't get on it, your wife will be in the maternity ward with the seniors!"

Ryan squared his shoulders, his voice steady. "It's not that I dislike kids, it's just... I'm unable to have them, ever."

Later, spotting him on the beach in matching outfits with a toddler, building sandcastles—laughter shared, child aloft, his smile outshining the sun—it was a sight.

That day, I figured I shouldn't hog the title Mrs. Collins any longer, so I left him the divorce papers.