A few weeks after the trial, he tried more and more often to talk to me — softly, persistently, as if he wanted to regain my trust.
He talked about the past, about the children, about a “second chance.” But every word sounded false. I felt that something else was behind it.

The answer came unexpectedly — in the form of a letter from a notary’s office.
It turned out that his father had died and left all his property… to our children. House, bank accounts, land — everything was in their name. And that meant only the legal guardian could manage the inheritance.

Now everything was clear.
He hadn’t come back for family, or for love and children — but for money. For control over something that didn’t belong to him.

I folded the letter, carefully placed it in a drawer, and for the first time in a long while, I felt peace.
Let him keep playing the role of the caring father.

The truth is already on my side. And if he ever crosses that threshold again — I will be ready.