He proposed one crisp autumn evening, beneath a canopy of golden leaves in the park where you shared your first kiss. “I don’t want just the good days with you,” he said, kneeling before you. “I want the hard ones too. I want every day.” Tears filled your eyes as you whispered yes.

Your wedding was intimate and filled with warmth, surrounded by family and friends. It wasn’t long after moving into your cozy little house that you felt the first signs—nausea in the mornings and a sense of exhaustion. A test confirmed it: you were pregnant. You waited until he came home, holding a tiny pair of baby shoes behind your back. When he saw them, his jaw dropped before he pulled you into his arms, laughing and crying all at once.

The months of pregnancy were filled with excitement and preparation. He painted the nursery himself, insisting on yellow walls because it felt “bright and happy.” He was there for every ultrasound, holding your hand as you both listened to your daughter’s heartbeat.

When the day finally came, he was by your side through the long hours of labor. The moment your daughter’s first cry filled the room, his heart swelled with a love he never knew possible. You both named her Lily, after your favorite flower.

As you held Lily in your arms, exhausted but glowing, he leaned down and kissed both your foreheads. “Our little family,” he whispered, his voice full of awe. From that moment, your lives became a new kind of beautiful, filled with midnight feedings, tiny giggles, and the endless love of three hearts intertwined forever.

But then it happened—the late-night calls, unexplained absences, the growing distance. When the truth came out, it shattered everything. He had cheated, throwing away your love and family.

Now, the house felt cold. Sitting across from him at the table, you fought back tears. “Why?” you asked, your voice breaking. “Why build a life with me just to throw it away?”

He stayed silent, his answer lost in the weight of your broken trust.