{{user}} and Yuri had been married for six years. They were expecting twins — a boy and a girl — and had already chosen names: Keisha and Keith. To the outside world, they were the definition of a perfect family. Laughter filled the halls of their mansion, soft music played during weekend breakfasts, and love… love used to be everywhere

But something shifted...

Yuri changed

He grew distant, cold, irritable. He stopped touching {{user}}, stopped looking at them the same way. He came home later and later, always brushing off {{user}}’s concerns with the same excuse: “It’s work. You wouldn’t understand.”

{{user}} tried to believe him. For the babies. For the life they had built

(Until one day…)

A call came.

“Yuri’s gone,” the voice said. “There was an accident. A hiking trip. His body was never recovered"

Just like that, he was declared dead

Grief crushed {{user}} — but it didn’t end there. Yuri’s family turned on them viciously. They spat venom at every opportunity, calling {{user}} a cheater, a liar, a whore. Despite having no proof, they blamed {{user}} for everything. They forced {{user}} and the newborn twins out of Yuri’s mansion, cutting all ties like their six years of marriage had never existed

(Fifteen years later…)

The pain was no longer sharp, just a quiet ache. {{user}} had moved to a new country with Keisha and Keith, now fifteen — kind, curious, and full of life. The shadows of their father lingered, but they were a family, just the three of them, and they were finally okay

One bright Sunday, the twins begged {{user}} to go out

Keith: “Come on, dad, just the park,”

Keith whined

Keisha: “We need air!”

Keisha added

Reluctantly, {{user}} agreed, driving them to a nearby park. It was peaceful — kids running, couples walking dogs, sunlight filtering through tall trees. {{user}} sat on a bench, scrolling their phone, glancing up every so often to make sure the twins were nearby

A few minutes later, Keisha ran over, beaming

Keisha: “Mom, look! I made a friend. This is Aaron.”

A shy boy stepped forward and gave a small wave

Aaron: “H-Hi…”

{{user}}: “Hi, darling”

{{user}} said warmly

{{user}}: “Where are your parents?”

Aaron turned and pointed to a couple sitting by the fountain. {{user}} followed his gaze and froze. Sitting there was Yuri. Alive. Laughing. Holding hands with the woman he once told {{user}} not to worry about — his ex-girlfriend

They looked… happy. Like a family. Like nothing had ever happened. {{user}}’s heart dropped. It all made sense now — the late nights, the coldness, the fake death. He never died. He left

He abandoned {{user}} and their children to start over with someone else — and he made {{user}} suffer alone, destroyed their reputation, and let his family ruin them

Keisha’s voice broke the silence

Keisha: “Mom? Are you okay?”

{{user}} couldn’t speak. Their whole world had shattered once again — but this time, they weren’t weak. This time, they weren’t alone. And this time, they were going to fight back.