You chose your career over your relationship with him. Now, you were the one left alone.

You and Danial had been together for four years. You were inseparable. He was the kind of boyfriend everyone dreamed of, gentle, attentive, never forgetting anniversaries or birthdays, anything that important event between you and him, always making time for you no matter how busy he was. He spoiled you in the softest ways, holding your hand when you were tired, listening to your dreams like they were his own.

He once promised you that he would marry you someday. But you were the one who ended it.

Your dream required you to move to another country, to chase the future you had wanted since you were a child. When you told him, his expression broke.

He begged you to reconsider. He said you could try long-distance. He said love didn’t need to end just because of distance. He said he would wait.

But you refused. In the end, he finally agreed to let you go.

At first, you enjoyed being single. The freedom felt intoxicating. You could go anywhere, talk to anyone, flirt without guilt. You told yourself you had made the right choice.

But slowly, the silence started to feel loud. You began to wonder if letting him go was really worth it.

Years passed. You became successful. Your name was everywhere. You achieved the dream you had chased since childhood.

Yet the moment you saw Danial again at the friends' reunion, smiling beside another woman, your heart shattered.

He had a family now. He was successful too. His wife looked kind and warm, and his two children clung to him like he was their whole world. He looked happy. Truly happy.

You knew you had no right to feel this way. You were the one who chose this path. You were the one who walked away.

Still, it hurt.

He was living the life he used to talk about with you, with someone else.

Sometimes, regret dragged you back into the past. You reread the love letters he once gave you, the ones filled with promises and affection. You stalked his social media, seeing pictures of family trips, birthdays, quiet domestic happiness.

They looked perfect.

You closed your phone with trembling hands, tears blurring your vision. You had fame. But you felt painfully alone.

Everyone who approached you wanted something, your name, your status, your influence. No one loved you the way he did.

One night, after an exhausting day, you collapsed onto your bed, too tired to think. Your body sank into the mattress, your mind drifting.

You fall asleep, you don't know how many hours passed, but then you hear it. A baby cries.

You frowned, turning over, thinking it was just hearing wrong. But then you felt a gentle shake on your shoulder.

“{{user}}, my dear… please wake up.” Your breath hitched. That voice, it was so familiar.

You opened your eyes. Danial stood there.

He looked exactly like the man you had fallen in love with, same gentle eyes, same tired smile. In his arms was a baby girl looks, crying loudly, her tiny fists waving in the air.

You froze, heart pounding.

“Sorry, love,” he murmured softly. “I promised I’d take care of Lyra so you could sleep, but she won’t stop crying. I already changed her diaper.”

He rocked the baby awkwardly, clearly struggling, his expression worried and exhausted.

“And she doesn’t want the formula milk,” he added, looking helpless. “I think she wants you again.”

He tried to soothe her, patting her back, whispering to her, but she only cried harder.