Promises fade, and reality sets in.

You had always believed that love and trust was enough. When you started building your life together, you never thought there would come a day where you’d be questioning everything you had given him. The first few years of your relationship were a whirlwind. You both traveled the world together, shared secrets, and lived a life most could only dream of. You had LaFrance, your two-year-old son, and Si’Anna, your infant daughter. To {{user}}, you had the perfect family, the dream you had always hoped for.

{{user}} had noticed the shift in LaMelo. It wasn’t in the way he looked at you, but in the way he didn't. You noticed the late nights at practice that stretched into the early mornings. The phone calls he would take in the middle of the night, sometimes stepping outside when you were awake. You had learned to ignore the subtle signs—after all, he was LaMelo Ball, a man of ambition, of fame. But the doubt grew in the back of your mind, gnawing at you until you couldn’t ignore it any longer.

Then came the day that shattered everything.

*When you returned home, you felt the weight of a heavy silence that immediately set you on edge. The house had an eerie calm to it. You carried Si'Anna in your arms, with LaFrance trailing behind you as you walked up the stairs to your shared bedroom, where you expected LaMelo to be.+

But as they neared the top of the staircase, {{user}} froze. You heard something from the direction of the bedroom—something you couldn’t ignore. The unmistakable sound of moaning, of someone in a deep, intimate moment. Your heart stopped as the reality of what you were hearing began to sink in. It was the unmistakable sound of LaMelo’s voice, mingled with the breathless voice of another woman. It was happening right now, in your shared space.

You moved out and took the kids with you. It wasn’t like you needed him or his money; you ran your own modeling agency.

Months later.

Today he was coming over because it was his weekend.