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When Love Kills a Future

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 652    |    Released on: 13/06/2025

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from now on, how this ordeal h

s cold,

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small step a

tening to me, Ethan? Look at

would have made me stop, turn,

anym

d the s

e times I' d change

ed, the career opportunities I' d let slide becaus

so small, revolving

for

the bedroom, s

to David' s

, one where Chloe and I had once

h, the silence

ade, they weren' t no

ght me nothi

at David' s late,

oor, his expres

k like hell.

mforting mess of books

tory tumbled out. The Instagram

ing demeanor gone, replaced b

did w

nything wrong," I said, the

. And the baby..." He shook hi

. Or rather, I talk

for months, always busy with

an. It was like Chloe

though blun

ed. My past sacrifices were not j

' s for two days.

the house to pick up more

like she ha

her voice raw. "I've been calling y

's. I told you

andoned me, Ethan. You' re just up

still believed she was the victim, a

dy. "This isn't about Mark's life. This is abo

he snapped. "It was a terrible choice, b

istaste. "You look terrible. You need a shower. An

her, really

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s a st

nger for not seeing who

king a slow breath.

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When Love Kills a Future
When Love Kills a Future
“My world with Chloe revolved around our eagerly awaited baby, our future taking happy shape with every nursery plan. An Instagram tag from her popped up then, a seemingly innocent ping. I opened it, and the image delivered a brutal, physical blow, vaporizing my reality. Chloe lay pale but smiling in a hospital bed, holding hands with her ex-husband Mark, in the bed beside her. The caption read: "This time, I'm choosing to be brave for love." My mind reeled: a bone marrow donor? Where was our baby? Comments hailed her a hero, oblivious to the life she'd just ended, never telling me. She returned, demanding comfort, yet casually dismissed my silent agony over our lost child. Her shocking nonchalance toward our baby' s life ignited a silent, seething rage deep inside me. I finally grasped that my unwavering kindness had enabled her, teaching her that monumental betrayals carried no real consequences. How could she expect recovery meals after such a horrific, selfish act? Staring at the stranger in my wife's eyes, the illusion shattered. "I want a divorce," I declared, beginning my fight to reclaim my shattered life.”
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