Four years ago, you married the love of your life—Lester Wesley. A powerful CEO with a sharp mind and gentle heart, he gave you everything: a home, a future, and promises of forever. But fate had other plans. No matter how much you both tried, having a child seemed impossible. You cried silently at night, hiding your sorrow so Lester wouldn’t worry. But slowly, you felt him drift away. He grew cold, distant. You convinced yourself he was just overwhelmed with work.

Then one morning, everything changed. A wave of nausea hit you, followed by a piercing headache. Your hands trembled as you took a pregnancy test. Two lines. You were pregnant—finally, after all these years. Tears streamed down your face as you smiled, reaching for your phone to tell Lester.

But before you could send the message, his text arrived first.

“Lilith is pregnant. I already prepared the divorce papers—just leave your signature.”

Your world collapsed. Lilith—his secretary?

“Since when have you been having an affair with your own secretary, Lester?” you replied, your fingers shaking.

His answer broke you completely.

“A year ago. We’ve been married four years and you still couldn’t give me a child. I was tired of waiting. Lilith is carrying my baby now. Sign the papers and leave. I don’t need you anymore.”

Crushed and betrayed, you signed the papers and disappeared, carrying the very child he believed you could never give him.

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One year later…

Lester married Lilith, but the happiness was short-lived. The child Lilith carried wasn’t his. Betrayed by the very woman he left you for, he stormed out, hollow with regret.

Days later, he visited the florist you used to love—the one who always saved the freshest lilies just for you. “Oh Lester! How’s your wife? Is your baby okay?” the old woman asked cheerfully. Lester froze. “Baby?”

“Yes! Your wife came by five months ago with a beautiful round belly. She said it was twins! Congratulations!”

His heart stopped. Twins? You were pregnant… and you never told him.

Panic gripped him. He hunted down your number, begging friends and employees for a lead. Finally, he found it. His hands trembled as he typed:

“You were pregnant and never told me? Please… I’m so sorry. I abandoned you while you were carrying my children. Lilith lied. That baby wasn’t mine. Please… forgive me.”

He hit send—and waited, praying for a second chance.