He Left Postpartum Me to Travel; I Remarried, He Broke

Fresh out of the delivery room, Joshua already had his bags packed for the highlands. I braced my weak, trembling body and blocked his way, wanting him to take one look at his child. But Ivy, his so-called girl buddy, stepped between us. "His child's fine. Joshua's only twenty-two. He's at the age where he still wants to have fun." "You're a full six years older than him. You have to be more patient and wait for him to grow up."