Past Due Love
My fiancé was the CEO of a powerful financial conglomerate, and to the outside world, he adored me beyond measure.
A week before our wedding, I found out I was pregnant with triplets. I had planned to tell him the joyful news in person.
But instead, I witnessed him in bed with other women. Not with just one.
It felt like a knife had carved into my soul, cutting so deep I lost all hope, all trust. My tears begged for release, but I held my head high, forcing myself to stay strong.
For him, I had given up everything—my pride, my family, my career.
Yet he chose to share our love with others.
All those vows to love me and only me for a lifetime had been lies.
Our so-called future, our wedding—it was all a cruel joke.
He was no longer the man I once loved. He had become tainted.
I would not endure his betrayal. He no longer deserved to be the father of my children.
So I made my decision—to disappear, to fake my death and start over, to give myself and my babies a chance at a free, unburdened life.
But I never imagined he'd become obsessed and start searching the world for women who resembled me, all while declaring I was the only one he ever loved.
Too little, too late. His affection now is worth nothing.
This time, I'm not looking back.