My wife left me and my son for her boss. Years later she calls me back

“Mark, please. He’s my son too. I deserve to see him,” she pleaded, her voice trembling with tears. Lorraine’s departure had been a devastating blow. As an Army private, I had spent a lot of time away, trusting her to care for Jonathan, but she chose to leave us for her boss.

For three years, I built a life for Jonathan and me. Then, a few days ago, a mutual friend, Jenny, told me that Lorraine’s boss had left her and fired her. Two days later, Lorraine called again, crying and begging to see Jonathan. “Where were you all this time?” I demanded.

After much thought, I agreed to meet her at the park. At the park, Jonathan played on the swings, oblivious to the storm brewing. Lorraine arrived, looking worn and fragile. “Why now, Lorraine? Why after all this time?” I asked. “I made a terrible mistake, Mark. I want to be a part of Jonathan’s life again,” she said, her face etched with regret.

I decided she needed to earn our trust. Over the next few weeks, Lorraine visited Jonathan regularly, gradually rebuilding her relationship with him. It was challenging, but slowly she proved her commitment to being a better mother.