The Weight of Broken Promises
Seven years into their marriage, Bella got hit with a truth—Steven had a kid. A six-year-old.
She crouched behind the preschool slide, barely breathing, as Steven bent down to scoop the boy up.
"Daddy, you haven't come to see me in forever."
"Be good, Ollie. Work's been crazy. Listen to your mom, alright?"
Bella froze.
Same face. Same eyes. It was obvious.
Everything about them screamed it—The man who swore he'd love her forever had been cheating on her this whole time.
Steven and Bella weren't just a couple. They were childhood sweethearts.
She once took a knife for him. Nearly died. Lost their baby. Lost the chance to ever have one again.
Steven had held her hand back then, eyes red, saying, "I don't care if we never have kids. As long as I have you, that's enough."
She still heard the shake in his voice.
Now?
Every promise. Every memory. All of it—gone.