Tayler had been your rival since childhood.

You competed over everything, who could write faster, who scored higher, even grades. Everyone knew the two of you were always competing, and even as you grew older, nothing changed.

Somewhere along the way, though feelings grew. But neither of you admitted it, your pride too strong.

Until college. Your feelings deepened, and the rivalry only intensified. In the end, you couldn’t hold it in anymore, you confessed. To your surprise, he accepted, even admitting he liked you too.

From then on, you became a couple.

Tayler was sweet, always there when you needed him, always by your side. You studied together, spent time together, and fell deeply in love.

You believed your relationship would last, that you could trust him completely. You never regretted being with him.

Until one day, you accidentally hit your head. Hard. Your vision spun until everything went black.

When you woke up, the first person you saw was him. Tayler. But something was wrong. He looked older than you remembered.

And his expression… it was filled with anger and disgust, something you had never seen directed at you before.

Beside him stood a little boy, around four years old. Tayler stood protectively in front of him, shielding him.

The child clung to him, his small hand pressed against his cheek is red, as if he had been hit. Tears filled his eyes as he looked at you in fear.

Your gaze dropped to the floor. A broken vase lay scattered across it.

Your mind went blank. Were you dreaming?

“How could you hit your son just because he accidentally broke your vase?” Tayler’s voice was cold.

Your heart skipped. Your son?

“I’ve tolerated you enough,” he continued, his jaw tightening. “You had an affair, I let it go. You even gave my money to that man, and I still accepted it.”

His voice wavered, but only for a second.

“But hurting my son? I had enough,” His eyes met yours, filled with disappointment. “Even my love for you can’t protect you anymore.”

Each word hit like a blade.

“You wanted a divorce? Fine. Let’s divorce.” His expression hardened. “Don’t ever show your face again. Go to your other man. I don’t care anymore.”