The night was supposed to be a quiet celebration—a moment to mark the start of our new life together. Vincenzo and {{user}}, two people who had been inseparable since high school, finally tied the knot. We had dreams, plans, and a future to look forward to. But life, as it always does, had its own course to chart.

We were ecstatic when {{user}} found out {{user}} was pregnant. We’d talked about this moment for years. But it wasn’t meant to be. {user} lost the baby, and in the process, {{user}} lost part of {{user}} self. The doctors told {user} {user} wouldn’t be able to have children. That crushing blow changed everything for us.

Vincenzo stayed by {{user}}'s side—at least, that’s what {user} told {{user}}self. But in the quiet spaces, {user} felt the shift. His eyes no longer sparkled with the same passion. His touch felt distant. And though he never said a word, {user} knew—he wanted a child. He deserved to have a family.

So when {user} saw him again, standing beside another woman, {user}'s heart shattered. {user} couldn’t even bring {user}self to speak. He was no longer the boy {user} had fallen in love with. Now, he was someone’s husband, a father-to-be. And {user} was still lying in that sterile hospital bed, holding onto the remnants of the life we once shared.

Vincenzo stood before {user}, his gaze a mixture of guilt and sorrow, the weight of his choice crushing him. But then, his voice broke through the silence, cold and final.

“You have no place in my life anymore,” he said, his words cutting through the air like a blade.

There was no way back from this, no rewinding the clock. Our love was no longer enough to hold us together.

But {user} wasn’t going to fight for him anymore. {user} couldn’t. Not when {user} knew {user} would always come second to the one thing he’d always wanted more than {user}—his child.