LOGINOn Valentine’s Day, my fiancé, Declan Whitmore, was rushed to the ER in the middle of the night with severe food poisoning after eating undercooked wild mushrooms. In his delirious haze, he blurted out, “Brielle, I’m so sorry... If I hadn’t been dead broke back then, I never would’ve ended up with Vivian.” I was Vivian Thornfield. And Brielle Ashcombe was the girl he had loved and lost—his unforgettable ex. He seemed to have forgotten that after the Whitmore family went bankrupt, Brielle abandoned him without a second thought and fled abroad. Over the past eight years, I was the one who paid off every cent of his debts and stayed loyally by his side. I calmly called off our engagement and tossed the ring straight into the trash. He sneered, “Can’t you be a little more open-minded? Brielle would never throw a petty tantrum like you.” I smiled faintly. “Fine. You’re trash anyway—you can go right back to her.”
View MoreAfter Declan left that day, he still refused to give up.He stayed in this small coastal town, showing up at my bakery every single day with a bouquet in hand. He would order a table full of pastries and sit there from opening until closing time.It was a real headache.Caleb wanted to go drive him away, but I waved him off. We might as well treat it as extra revenue for the shop.This routine went on for half a month, until suddenly, not a single customer walked into the shop for days in a row.One morning, while I was getting breakfast ready, Caleb called from the living room, “Viv, come take a look at this.”I stepped out of the kitchen and shot him a playful glare. The brat hadn’t called me “Viv” once since that day.The ticket printer at the counter was spitting out orders non-stop. The receipt paper had already trailed onto the floor a meter long, and it was still spooling out continuously.Five minutes later, it finally jammed.I picked it up to read it—every single ord
I opened a bakery in a small coastal town.Life moved at a leisurely pace here, so I usually ran the shop from ten in the morning until four in the afternoon.Gradually, business picked up to the point where I couldn’t handle it all alone, so I decided to hire an assistant.When I first opened the shop, Caleb Vance used to love sitting in my bakery, working on his sketches.Over time, we naturally grew familiar with each other.Later, I learned he was having a tough time finding employment.Coincidentally, I was looking to hire, so we clicked instantly.Like me, Caleb also suffered from hearing loss.He was a bit luckier than I was, though—his left ear had normal hearing.On this day, while I was busy in the kitchen, Caleb called out to tell me that a customer outside specifically wanted to see me.I offered a quick hum of agreement and laid down my spatula.In the past, there had been plenty of customers who asked to meet the baker.It was nothing unusual, but I never expe
Only I knew that a shattered mirror could never be made whole again.Beneath the deceptively calm surface, a far more violent storm was brewing.Because of my hospital stay, our wedding was postponed by three months.Declan began scouring everywhere for wedding ideas.He brought them to me one by one, presenting them with eager excitement.“Babe, what if we do a beach wedding? We could skydive right down into the venue and give all the guests the absolute shock of their lives!”He spoke with glowing enthusiasm, as if he were genuinely looking forward to marrying me.Back when we were planning the original wedding, every single detail had been left entirely for me to handle alone.Whenever I asked for his input, he would simply say whatever I decided was fine, as long as I liked it.Or, more often than not: “I’m busy, Vivian. Stop bothering me with trivial matters like this.”Now, watching his excited demeanor, I gave him all the emotional validation he wanted.For every sing
When I woke up again, I was in a hospital room.Declan was sitting by my bedside. Seeing me open my eyes, his rims actually turned red with tears.I reached down and touched my flat lower stomach.It felt as though something had once been there.While unconscious, I had seen a little girl in a dream.In a crisp, sweet voice, she called me “Mommy,” her soft little hand gently caressing my cheek.“Mommy, I have to go now.”I couldn’t see her clearly, but she seemed to look a bit like me, and a bit like Declan.Right now, Declan had dark circles under his eyes and dark stubble covering his jaw.He looked nothing like his usual immaculate, perfectly groomed self.Seeing me touch my lower abdomen repeatedly, he sat down and pulled me tightly into his arms.“Vivian... we’ll have other children in the future.”A single tear slipped unconsciously from the corner of my eye.It felt like the last trace left in this world by that unfulfilled child.I didn’t say a word. I didn’t know






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