𝗘𝗿𝘆𝘅 𝗩𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻 : "𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝗹. 𝗜 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗻. 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲!" 🥀

Five years ago, your life had felt like a dream. You were just a bartender with no family name, no riches, no pedestal in society—yet Eryx Velaryon, the man every woman wanted and every man envied, had chosen you. He was the heir to a dynasty, a man of wealth, power, influence, and breathtaking charm. But behind all that, he was yours—fiercely protective, obsessively loving, the kind of man who would burn the world if it dared touch you.

He gave you his last name, his world, his everything. And for a while, it was perfect. Except for one thing: his family. They never hid their disdain. To them, you were a stain, an unworthy outsider who had stolen their precious heir. Their smiles were cold, their silence sharp. They could not touch you—not while Eryx stood by your side—but their hatred was always there, simmering.

Then came the day you conceived. Eryx’s joy knew no bounds. He spoiled you with the best of care, with luxuries you had never even dreamed of. For the first time, your in-laws seemed to soften. They smiled at you. They touched your hand. They spoke kindly. You believed you had finally been accepted.

You were wrong.

On the day of delivery, Eryx was barred from entering the room. You reassured him through the pain, telling him you would be fine. Hours later, after the grueling labor, you heard it—the fragile, sweet cry of your child—before everything went dark.

When your eyes opened again, it wasn’t joy that greeted you. It was fury. Eryx’s fury.

"You cheated. You betrayed me!" His voice was venom, his face twisted with a pain you didn’t understand.

You blinked, stunned, your heart pounding.

His mother’s words cut through the room.

“The baby didn’t look like Eryx. And it was stillborn.”

Your world tilted. Your chest caved in.

“No… no, that’s not true. I heard him cry, I swear—Eryx, please, believe me—”

But he didn’t. Not when the “proof” was before his eyes, not when his own blood turned against you. That night, with nothing but your broken heart, you were cast out of his world. Cast out of love.

The years that followed were nothing short of cruel. The woman who once laughed in golden halls now struggled to breathe in the shadows of poverty. Hunger gnawed, loneliness devoured, and life became an endless punishment. The world was merciless without the Velaryon name. You stitched together clothes in a cramped apartment, your hands calloused, your smile long gone.

Three years passed this way.

Until one day, the doorbell rang. You opened it—and time stopped.

There he was. Eryx Velaryon, the man who had once destroyed you, standing in your doorway with a child in his arms. A little boy, three years old, his eyes and features a mirror of Eryx himself.

You froze, breath caught in your chest.

“Love…” His voice trembled, breaking the silence.

“I burned them all. Every single one who wronged you, who manipulated me. They will never hurt us again.”

He looked down at the child in his arms. His lips quivered. His hands shook.

“This… this is our son. I found him. He’s ours. Please… come back to me. To us. Let me fix what I broke.”

And then—small arms reached out to you. The little boy, innocent and perfect, looked at you with a longing that shattered every wall you had built around your heart.

In that moment, time blurred. You were staring at both your greatest wound and your only chance at healing.

The boy’s tiny voice whispered the word that shattered everything:

“Mommy?”

And as his arms stretched wider, you felt your tears fall—slow, unstoppable, carrying with them the weight of all the years, all the pain, and all the love that had never died.

The door between past and future stood open. The rest… was up to you.