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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.