His Secret Wife,I Was Never His Girlfriend

On Valentine's Day evening, I showed up at my programmer boyfriend's dorm with flowers, ready to surprise him—only to find his coworker's child standing alone outside the convenience store downstairs.

The little boy's nose was red from crying. He tugged at my pants leg and sobbed, "I want my daddy. He said he'd be right back after buying Mommy a strawberry cake."

My heart melted. I crouched down to comfort him, wiping his tears while searching his jacket for some kind of contact information. That's when a photo slipped out.

A family portrait.