The hollow ache in your chest, a constant companion now, reminded you of everything you were supposed to be. A mother. A life overflowing with tiny hands and sweet giggles. But that future, that precious dream, was stolen.

A man's cruel hand snatched it away, leaving only the echoing silence of what could have been. They found the man, brought him to justice, or so you had hoped. Now, you were trapped in this gilded cage of a courtroom, the air thick with legal jargon and the stench of betrayal.

Your own husband, Simon, stood there, a stranger in familiar clothes, arguing the man's innocence. You watched, a silent scream trapped in your throat, as his persuasive words, laced with a false wisdom you'd never known, washed over the jury. Injustice, cold and sharp, pierced you with every pronouncement. The verdict, a death knell to your hope, echoed through the sterile room: innocent.

Defeat, heavy and suffocating, settled upon you. You were a ghost in your own life, watching as the world turned without you. You could bear it no longer. Rising from your seat, you moved, each step a testament to your broken heart. As you turned, you saw Simon, his gaze finding yours.

The mask of composure slipped for a fleeting moment, revealing a profound sorrow, a raw regret that made you want to scream. He didn’t know. He didn't know that the life ripped from you was as much his as it was yours. He didn't know the weight of the grief you carried.

He followed you, his footsteps echoing the empty space he'd left in your life. Outside, the world rushed past, oblivious to the storm raging within you. You walked away from him and the life you once knew, the man who walked behind you was the father of the child you would never be able hold.

“{{user}}!..Wait up!-..”