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Lost Love, Bitter Victory

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 862    |    Released on: 04/07/2025

st motes dancing in the air. It was my sanctuary, the one place where the world and its demands faded

city behind her. She was a renowned architect, a woman who built skyscrapers, y

re, my love?" she a

ands on a rag. I wrapped my arms around her waist

was a love I felt I didn't deserve, not after the accident. Years ago, a car crash. My fault. It left her with scars, both visible

ered against my neck. "The appo

rile rooms, the clinical language, the way it reduced our love to a medical procedure. But Olivia was relentless. She wanted a

I said.

e rang. She glanced at the screen, and h

Yes, this is

pound in my chest. I saw a tear trace a path down her cheek, but then, h

d into the phone. "Oh my

as she laughed through her tears. We were pregnant. After all the pain, all the waiting, it was finally happeni

with her mother, sharing the news. I was in the kitchen, trying to figure out what to make

"He doesn't need to know anything. Just make sure Leo is okay. I

tomach. It was probably a work thing. A client's kid. I told my

of unease had

lat package addressed to me. It had no retur

a single

of maternal glow I' d never seen before. Kneeling in front of her was a small boy, maybe three years o

at my eyes were seeing. It couldn't be. There had to be

undeniable. He was a m

the photo over. Scrawled on the back

r

ife I thought I had, the future I was celebrating just yesterday, shattered into a mi

rom the day before curdled into something monstrous and suffocating. She had a son. A three-year-ol

porcelain of the toilet, a single, des

t out. I ha

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“My wife, Olivia, and I had what I thought was the perfect life, a vibrant canvas of shared dreams and artistic ambition. But beneath the surface, a shadow lingered: her unexplained infertility, a result of an accident years ago-my fault-that filled me with a guilt I carried like a stone. I watched her endless cycles of hope, the IVF treatments we endured, believing we were fighting for our miracle baby together. Then, a single photograph arrived, shattering my world: Olivia, glowing with maternal pride, kneeling before a three-year-old boy who was undeniably hers. On the back, two words scrawled in messy handwriting: Our son. The fertility struggles, my guilt-it was all a monstrous, suffocating lie, a performance designed to keep me blind. I couldn' t breathe, trapped in her beautiful deception, so I planned my escape, a desperate attempt to vanish from a life that was never truly mine. After I "disappeared," a new life began, quiet and anonymous, painted in the solitude of the Oregon coast. But the past refused to stay buried, returning with the salt on the wind, a ghost with haunted eyes and the cruel truth of consequences. Now, she stands before me, broken and desperate, having lost everything-her child, her lover-in the wake of my strategic vanishing act. She believes my "death" was her fault, the ultimate price for her lies, unaware that the real architect of her downfall was closer than she ever imagined. I am not the man she married. I am a stranger forged in betrayal, ready to confront the wreckage she created.”
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