My Wife Told Me That Our 3-Year-Old Son Was Buried – A Day Later I Found Out the Horrible Truth

Greg believed he and Natalie had successfully navigated the complexities of co-parenting after their split—until a shocking late-night phone call shattered that illusion and delivered news he never could have imagined.

For five years, Natalie and I were together. By the end, it was clear that things were falling apart, even though we never really said it aloud. We had met when we were young—maybe too young—and as time went on, the excitement faded. Life set in, and we just stopped trying. There were no explosive arguments or big betrayals; we simply drifted apart, realizing we weren’t meant to last forever.

Now, we lived in different states, leading different lives, with one thing connecting us: our three-year-old son, Oliver. He was my world, but I only got to see him during holidays. It was something, but it was never enough.