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Three months after we broke up, I called my ex, Michael Jefferson. "I'm pregnant. Do you want this baby?" I asked. He sneered, "Don't try to use this to trap me. It's none of my business." I went through morning sickness, prenatal checkups, and a dangerous hemorrhage during childbirth all by myself. I raised my daughter Annie until she turned five. I drained my savings to buy a house in a good school district, and the monthly payments were crushing me. On the fourth day of school, Annie came home with a man in a suit following her. She tugged at my sleeve with a serious look on her face. She said, "Mom, this guy keeps saying he's my dad, and he's threatening to sue you for kidnapping me. "Take a look. Should we call the police?" I stared at Michael's face, my nails digging into my palm. After five years, he finally remembered he had a daughter. It was too late.