Thirty days, one month, that is exactly how long it took for my world to start feeling normal. Or maybe I was lying to myself to believe that somehow, it was starting to feel normal. For one month, Liam never tried to contact me. I finally decided to admit to the fact that my Jace was gone and was now replaced by this cruel man called Liam. For one month, I constantly woke up to a cold and empty apartment, my heart was constantly ripped into different pieces and my body was a steady reminder of the secret he left behind. I didnt give up easily. For weeks I was searching for the father of my unborn child. I called every hospital that I knew, I watched and listened to every news outlets. I asked everyone that I could with fear that maybe he had been taken or worse. And even if he did leave me, once he finds out that I am pregnant, I was sure he would come back to me. But no matter how much I tried, no matter how well I thought I was ready to let him go, nothing could have prepared
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