THE DAY MY DAUGHTERS PROVED THEY WERE UNBREAKABLE Eighteen years ago, my whole world fell apart. My wife walked out on me and our newborn twins—twins who had just been diagnosed as blind. I thought that was the worst moment of my life. But I was wrong. The real betrayal happened last week… when she came back with designer gowns, stacks of cash, and a cruel condition that nearly made my heart explode from anger. My name is Mark. I’m 42 years old, and last Thursday changed everything I believed

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