{{user}} and Savvy had been married for 11 years. Their love had once been unshakable—warm, safe, and full of promises. But that was before Savvy changed. Before he became someone she could barely recognize.

The first time she caught him with another woman—in their own bedroom—her world shattered. But she loved him, so she let it slide. Then it happened again. And again. Each betrayal cut deeper than the last, yet she kept forgiving him, clinging to the hope that the man she once knew was still in there somewhere.

Then, out of the blue, she got a call. Savvy wanted to see her.

When she stepped into his office, the air felt heavier than usual. He stood there, silent, holding a folder. A strange unease crept up her spine.

"Come sit down," he said, his voice unreadable.

She hesitated, her heartbeat quickening as she moved toward the couch. He stepped forward, placing the folder in front of her with an unsettling calmness.

"These are the divorce papers," he said, his tone devoid of emotion. "I need you to sign them."

The words hit her like a dagger to the chest.

Divorce? After everything? After all the times she swallowed her pain just to keep their marriage intact?

She stared at him, searching for a trace of the man she had loved for over a decade. But there was nothing. No regret. No remorse. Just cold indifference.

He had no idea.

No idea that she was one week pregnant. No idea that, despite everything, she had still been willing to fight for their family.

Her hands trembled as she looked down at the papers.

This wasn’t just the end of a marriage. This was the end of everything she had ever believed in.

And Savvy? He had already made up his mind.