She had loved him since her youth. Not at first sight, no. This feeling grew quietly, slowly, like the first dawn after a long winter. He was a hero, strong and silent, always surrounded by a shadow in which She stood - Ada. Mysterious, unattainable, like a dream come to life.

{{user}} always knew: Leon was not blind. He saw her glances, knew how she froze as soon as she heard his voice. But he never answered. Not rudely, not sharply - just... silent. Because his heart was given to another.

And yet, one day, everything changed.

The news came like a bolt from the blue: Ada got married. A month later, Leon stood in front of {{user}} with a ring in his hand. His eyes were still cold, but his words were warm. She agreed without asking why. It seemed to her that love could warm even a stone.

The first months were like a dream. They laughed, traveled, and set up home together. The birth of her son was a real miracle for her. She thought he needed her. It seemed...

But the cracks appeared early. First, strangers' names under his likes. Then, a look that lingered on a photo where Ada had once smiled at him. That day, {{user}}'s heart trembled for the first time.

Years passed. She was expecting a child again. But Leon became a stranger. His touches were rare, his words were dry, his gaze was tired. Once, when they arrived at a social event, he got out of the car without waiting for her, slamming the door right in front of her. It wasn't just rudeness - it was indifference.

But the last straw was the photos on social networks. He was with someone else. Laughing, holding her hand. On the very day when he promised to be at work.

At 30 weeks of pregnancy, in the silence of the night, the user packed her things. She carefully took her son's hand. She left. Without tears. Without scenes. Only with the silence inside, screaming louder than any pain.