Not exactly, but sort of. My father used to travel to China a lot for work. He went fairly frequently and for a few weeks at a time, but he always came back for a bit before going off again. Then when I was about 15 he went off as normal and just... didn't come back. He kept giving us excuses for why he couldn't, how he was sorry he was going to miss my 16th birthday, hadn't met my first ever boyfriend, couldn't help me through my GCSEs, etc etc.
Turned out he had a girlfriend out there and had been living with her for pretty much the whole time, and he wasn't going to come back. Relations between him and my DM were strained but we never expected any of this. He left us with thousands and thousands of pounds of debt, we had to sell the house (eventually got evicted), DM suffered with horrendous depression which still rears up every now and then. She's still suffering the effects of it, tbh.
This was 15+ years ago. I saw him once at my DGM's funeral in 2012, and once when he flew back under duress to help care for my DGF who had severe dementia, but never since. He refused to come back for my DGF's funeral a couple of years later, because my two Uncles (his younger brothers) wouldn't pay for him to fly business class! They told him to fuck off. I was heavily pregnant with DD then and was glad I didn't have to see him because I didn't think I'd be able to handle it... although I did miss the funeral in the end, because I gave birth three days previously, but I was anxious about seeing him until then and DH&DM were probably worried I was going to go into labour with the stress!
He still sends me eCards on my birthday and Christmas but they go straight into spam. Somehow he found out about my two DC, but as far as I'm concerned he'll never meet them. He missed me going to uni, my wedding, his grandchildren... but that's all his loss. I hate him.
Sorry that was so long, I get a bit fired up when I think about the arsehole!