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Edward Foster broke up with me in a fit of anger. So I packed my bags and left that same night while I was still pregnant. Forget that jerk. "Mom, where's my dad?" my son, Lucas Evans-Foster, asked. "He died a hero," I replied. "What does that mean?" "It means he's gone." Everyone in Brighton knew Edward had a terrible temper, except with me. But everything changed when his first love, Emily Lane, came back. "Fine, we're done!" I once shouted at Edward. We broke up. Five years later, he saw a little boy who looked exactly like him.