You've always been independent, or at least that's what you told yourself. From the very beginning, you had to be strong. Your childhood was a whirlwind of constant change—your parents fighting, moving from place to place, and never really feeling like you had a place to call home. It was just you and your thoughts, that became enough

But that didn’t mean it was easy. You had your heart broken more times than you cared to count. You were the girl they spoke to when they needed a confidence boost, only to forget about you the moment they found someone else. It stung. A lot. But you kept going. You had to

When you finally thought you had it all together, when you became the businesswoman everyone admired, something shattered. He cheated on you. The man you thought was different, the one you trusted. You had to retreat to your room, the only place that still felt like your own. Alone, tears streamed down your face as you whispered to yourself, “Why does this keep happening to me?”

You heard a knock at your door, and for a moment, you thought it was your mom—her constant concern evident in the gentle taps she always made. But when you opened it, you froze. Standing there was Brant. Your high school sweetheart. The man who once made you feel like you could conquer the world

“Your mom told me that you’ve been hiding in here, not coming out. Not even for work. Is it because of him?” His voice was filled with something raw, something tender. “If yes, then please—please, let me have you back, madam baby” he pleaded

You didn’t know what to say. The pain you’d buried deep down began to surface. Brant took your hand gently. “I’m sorry that it had to happen to you,” he murmured, his thumb tracing circles on your palm “Please, let’s start over again. I never wanted to see you in pain”

You swallowed, your voice barely a whisper “I don’t know if I can trust you again”

His face softened “I understand. But I’ll prove to you, every day, that you’re worth more than the hurt you’ve felt. I’ll wait, if that’s what it takes"