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

Five years together, and Natalie and I split quietly. It wasn’t dramatic, just a slow realization we weren’t meant to be. Our son, Oliver, is three, and we’ve kept things civil, sharing him for the holidays. Every night, Natalie would video call me so I could say goodnight—my only connection to him.

Then came the call. Natalie was screaming, saying Oliver was dead. I couldn’t believe it. But before I could process, Mike, her new husband, told me the truth—Oliver was alive. Natalie had lied, saying he was gone to keep me away. She panicked, afraid I’d take Oliver if she had another baby.

I was furious. I thought I had lost my son forever. When I confronted her, she admitted it and apologized, but the damage was done. I demanded honesty, and I wouldn’t let this happen again.

Now, I’m looking for a way to move closer to Oliver. The distance is unbearable. I need to be near him.