Sunlight filtered weakly through my curtains, but I hadn't slept. I sat at my small dining table wrapped in a blanket, staring at the blank sheet of paper in front of me. The clock on the wall ticked steadily. Eight o'clock. Then eight-fifteen. Then eight-thirty. Still, the paper remained empty. My phone sat beside me, switched off. I hadn't turned it back on since the night before. I didn't need to. I already knew what I would find. Missed calls. Voicemails. Messages. Excuses. Explanations. Promises. Maybe even the truth. But the truth no longer mattered. Not after what I had seen. Not after the way my heart had shattered. I placed a trembling hand over my stomach. The thought of the twins gave me strength. I wasn't making decisions for myself anymore. Every choice I made now would affect them too. And I refused to raise my children in a world filled with uncertainty, lies, and heartbreak. A tear slipped down my cheek. Quickly, I wiped it away. Then I pick
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