I Returned Home With a Prosthetic Leg—Only to Find My Wife Gone With My Best Friend… But Fate Brought Us Face to Face Again Three Years Later

I had been counting the days for four months.

An ordinary man with one extraordinary reason to wake up each morning: the thought of walking back through my front door and holding my newborn daughters for the very first time.

A week before, my mother had sent me their photograph. I carried it folded in the breast pocket of my …