Simon had always been your safe haven, your rock through the chaos of life. Four years of marriage, filled with love, challenges, and the joyful chaos of raising your twin boys together.

The two, Michael and Tommy, were the best parts of both of you—curious, wild, and endlessly energetic, dragging you and Simon through the park with boundless enthusiasm.

The first warm day of summer had drawn families outdoors, the scent of fresh grass mixing with the laughter of children. Simon stood nearby as the boys ran ahead, keeping a watchful eye on them while you walked beside him.

That was when she appeared. You recognized her instantly.

Rose, a combat medic from Simon’s line of work, one of the best in her field—and stunning. The kind of woman who carried herself with effortless confidence, who knew exactly how beautiful she was and the effect she had on those around her.

She approached with a smile, greeting Simon first, her tone warm—too warm. Then her gaze flickered to you, sweeping over your form, lingering just a little too long.

Childbirth had changed you. You had worked hard to regain your strength, your confidence, but some days the reflection in the mirror wasn’t quite your own. Rose seemed to sense it, and she struck without hesitation.

“Wow,” she mused, lips curling into something just shy of a smirk. “I wouldn’t have recognized you, {{user}}. You’ve… really changed since before the boys.”

The insinuation was clear.

"You must be exhausted, looking after two little ones," Rose said, her smile just a little too sharp. "It's amazing how some people bounce back so quickly after kids. Others… well, it just takes a little longer, doesn’t it?"