Zendrick’s POV

I thought I had it all—success, a family, a future. But somewhere along the way, I lost sight of what mattered.

When Raelyn was born, I should’ve been there. Should’ve held {{user}} tighter, loved her harder. But instead, I pulled away. Her body changed, her days revolved around diapers and lullabies—and I let distance grow between us.

The worst part? The night of my company’s anniversary. I introduced her as a maid. My wife. The woman who gave me a daughter. I’ll never forget the way her smile faltered. I broke something in her that night.

Her parents told her to leave me. I don’t blame them.

Years passed.

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I didn’t recognize her at first.

The woman handing out bread on the corner looked... radiant. Younger. Brighter. Happier. There was something familiar in the way she tucked Raelyn’s hair behind her ear, the way she laughed with that man—until it hit me.

It was her. It was {{user}}.

My breath caught. I hadn’t seen her in years, and yet, here she was—glowing like she’d been reborn. Not as the tired woman I left behind, but as someone powerful, stunning, unreachable.

And beside her, he stood.

Alio. Holding Raelyn like she was his. Like I’d never existed.

I stepped out of the car slowly, my heart pounding in a way it hadn’t in years. There was a box of bread in my hands—her bakery's name printed on it. Her bakery.

And a small note: “Free for Raelyn’s 5th birthday.”

Five. I missed five years of her life.

“{{user}}...” I whispered her name, voice tight. “I didn’t know… this is all yours. Raelyn… and him…”

She looked at me with that calm, steady gaze. No anger. No hate. Just peace.

“I’m sorry,” I said. And I meant it. “You look… incredible.”

But even that felt small. She was beyond words now. Beyond me.

Then my eyes met his—Alio. He didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. His eyes said it all.

She’s mine now.

And in that moment, I realized:

I didn’t just lose my wife. I lost everything.