"Morning, my beautiful wife-to-be," James murmured as he brushed a gentle kiss against my cheek.Two years had passed. I was still working at the same company, the same office, the same desk. On my finger, a diamond ring gleamed quietly—an almost comical size, like something out of a dream. We were getting married. Ever since that day, it seemed I'd become bolder than I'd ever intended to be.The man I had once labeled a reckless playboy, one of Reece's notorious friends, had somehow become my fiancé.But James was nothing like Reece. He always asked for my opinion before making decisions, no matter how small. He orchestrated quiet little surprises and took me to see the most beautiful places—mountains that folded like origami under the sky, coastlines that shimmered in the dusk. We worked hard together, built a life that felt real and great. He could sense my mood from the smallest detail and responded with a kindness that wrapped around me like the hush of late afternoon lig
"Darling, come try my blueberry pie," my mom said.Back in my hometown, my parents—sensing the heaviness in my heart—didn't mention the divorce again. Instead, they kept me company in silence, offering comfort in the form of food, changing up recipes every day as if trying to heal me through taste alone."Lucy," my father said one morning, "how about a little hike in the snowy mountains with your mom and me?"So I went with them. We traveled to many places, the kind people wrote about in postcards but rarely visited. And slowly, the wound in my chest began to scab over. Life began to settle into something resembling peace.I posted my résumé on a job site, and not long after, I got a response."Welcome aboard," the recruiter said. "You can start tomorrow."The interview had gone smoothly. Before I knew it, I was working at an energy equipment company."Lucy," one of my coworkers whispered as we passed in the hallway, "word is the group's CEO is coming to be stationed here full-t
Outside City Hall, Reece stood frozen, watching my back as I stepped into the car.My car grew smaller and smaller in his line of sight, swallowed gradually by the street's horizon. Then, without warning, he took off after it—running madly, desperately, as if sheer force of will could stop the inevitable. But the car did not stop. It carried me away, leaving him behind like a ghost in the rearview.Eventually, his legs gave out. Breathless, aching, utterly depleted, he collapsed in the middle of the street and broke down in sobs—raw, hoarse, gut-wrenching sobs that tore through the cold air and drew stares from passersby. He didn't care."Why?" he cried. "How? How could Lucy leave me?"His fingers twisted into his own hair as he murmured to himself like a madman. Somewhere deep inside, he had always known how much I loved him—too much. And he'd counted on that love, leaned on it like a crutch, using it as license to make mistake after mistake.Only now, when I was truly gone, di
After being discharged from the hospital, I returned home to collect my personal belongings. The door lock still rejected my access, so I knocked.Erica answered, her posture exuding the confidence of a woman who believed she belonged."You're back again?" she said, her tone sharp."We haven't finalized the divorce yet. Why wouldn't I come back?"My in-laws looked uneasy upon seeing me. Without a word, I went upstairs and swiftly began packing my suitcase."Lucy, since you're here, why not stay for dinner before you go?" Reese said, gently holding my arm."Don't make things difficult for her. Lucy is probably eager to leave," Erica's friend chimed in, her voice laced with sarcasm.Sensing the tension, Reese released his grip."My necklace is missing. I've searched everywhere and can't find it. Could I check your suitcase?" Erica asked, her voice tinged with accusation."That necklace is a top-tier diamond—auction-grade, worth millions. If someone thought they could just walk o
"She's clearly fine, isn't she? Why make such a fuss and ruin everyone's vacation mood? I bet she had the housekeeper call you on purpose. Just didn't want us enjoying ourselves," Erica said, her face contorted with irritation."Alright, alright," Reece sighed. "Lucy's sick after all. I was just worried she might be left alone and something bad could happen."He wrapped his arm around Erica and gently patted her back. "I'll make it up to you with another beautiful trip next time, I promise. Didn't you say the snowy mountains looked stunning? Once the baby's born, I'll take you skiing. Don't be upset, okay?"It was their voices—this couple's bickering wrapped in affection—that woke me."Lucy, are you alright?" Reece came over and touched my forehead softly, a flicker of concern in his voice. "It's my fault. I thought it was just a mild cold. Here, have some warm broth. Let me feed you."It was the first time Reece had shown me this kind of attentiveness since his return.Then came
Upon returning home, I found Reece in the kitchen, crafting a mango cake for Erica. He'd never ventured into culinary endeavors before, let alone baking."Erica had a craving for mango cake," he explained. "I didn't want the baby to go hungry, so I decided to make one. Would you like a taste?""Reece is the best to my baby," Erica chimed in, her smile smug. "He said you could find your way back; he wanted to make the cake himself, didn't trust anyone else to do it right."I ignored them and ascended the stairs. Reece had forgotten my allergy to mangoes.The next morning, Erica barged into my room, her pregnant belly leading the way."When are you moving out? You're divorcing Reece anyway. Staying here, watching him care for me—doesn't it hurt?"I tried to rise, but dizziness overtook me. My breathing quickened, and a fever flushed my face."You should be sensible. You've miscarried and can't give Reece a child. You're unnecessary here."Erica had taken my children, and now she
Erica's voice was soft, but every word drove into me like a knife.My mind went blank. Tears streamed down my cheeks, blurring everything. I didn't think—I just tore myself from Reece's grip and stumbled down the stairs, barely able to keep upright.Outside, the rain was coming down hard, but I didn't care. I ran through the courtyard to the neighborhood garbage depot and began rummaging, bag by bag, looking for anything that had once belonged to my children."Lucy, wake up. They're gone. The kids are gone. Doing this isn't going to change anything," Reece said as he held an umbrella over me, trying to pull me into his arms. "Come home with me.""My children are still alive in my heart," I said, my voice breaking. "You already have a new child. Maybe you've moved on—but I haven't!""I haven't forgotten either. But what do you want from me? To live the rest of my life drowned in grief and depression?" His grip on the umbrella tightened until his knuckles whitened.He continued, "Y
I sat there in a daze until deep into the night. Only when the cold began to settle into my bones did I finally drag myself home.But no matter how many times I tried, the code to the front door didn't work.Just as frustration began to crawl up my spine, the door opened from the inside—and there she was.Erica.She was wearing my nightgown."What are you doing in my house?"She blinked at me innocently, her voice soft and aggrieved. "Lucy… are you still angry with me? If you want, I'll leave."Before I could respond, she buried her face into Reece's chest, who had just come around the corner."Erica needs to stay here while she carries the baby," he said as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "She's due soon. I don't feel comfortable with her out there alone."I stared at him. "You changed the door code. I couldn't get in. You didn't answer your phone.""Oh… sorry, I forgot to tell Lucy. Reece told me to change it," Erica said, glancing up at him like a child cau
Four years ago, I was seven months pregnant when I fell down the stairs with my husband's childhood sweetheart.She survived.My unborn twins—a boy and a girl—did not.My husband, Reece Malcolm, was furious. That same night, he sent her away. Out of the country. Out of sight. Out of our lives.Or so I thought.But now, four years later, Reece appeared at the airport with her in his arms. Her belly was round with new life."Let's get a divorce," I said."Lucy, don't be like this," he replied. "You still don't understand how much we've sacrificed. I know you hate Erica, but the child is innocent!"As if that justified everything.As if that erased the fact that while I was kept in the dark, Erica was being delivered straight into my husband's bed.Even Reece's own brother and sister joined in—pressuring me to accept it all."Your health isn't what it used to be," his sister said. "Erica just wanted to give Reece a child. Try to be understanding, won't you? It doesn't have to g