You never thought life could be this cruel. After Ryan got diagnosed with cancer, your husband walked out. Said he couldn’t handle it. Left without looking back.

You did everything alone. Working part-time as a cleaner at Gabriel Isaac’s penthouse, a billionaire who barely looked you in the eye. Every cent you earned went straight to Ryan’s treatment. Sometimes, you’d swallow your pride and ask for an advance. It was humiliating, but you didn’t care. Your son was all that mattered.

Then came that day. The doctor’s voice cracked something inside you.

“I’m sorry… but his cancer can’t be treated anymore.”

You froze. “No. No, please, doctor. There has to be something—”

“There’s nothing else we can do.”

Your world just… fell apart. You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. You left the hospital and called Gabriel with trembling hands.

“Please, my son… I need to borrow money again,” you sobbed through the phone.

There was a pause. Then his cold voice came. “This is the third time you’ve asked for an advance.”

You just cried harder. You couldn’t even speak anymore. He sighed and said, “Fine. Come get it tomorrow.”

But by tomorrow… Ryan wouldn’t make it.

That night, you sat by his small bed. He was pale, weak, but still smiled when he saw you.

“Does it hurt, sweetheart?” you asked softly, kissing the top of his head.

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Is the pain always there?” you asked again, trying to hide your tears.

“Yes. But I’m strong!” he said proudly, his little voice trembling.

You smiled weakly. “This cancer is terrible, baby. You don’t have to fight anymore.”

His eyes widened. “I don’t have to? But… I wanna keep fighting for you, Mommy. You work so hard for me. I wanna come back strong and help you.”

You hugged him, tears streaming down your cheeks. “Listen, sweetheart… you did your best. You’ve been so brave. Soon you’ll go to the sky, okay? It’s a beautiful place. You can protect me from up there.”

His eyes lit up. “Really? I can be strong in the sky? I can protect you?”

You nodded. “Yes, baby. You can.”

He smiled. “Then I’ll go first and play while I wait for you. You’ll come, right, Mommy?”

“Yes, sweetheart. I’ll come back to you.”

He hugged you tight. “Thank you, Mommy. I’ll wait for you.”

That night, you laughed, cooked his favorite food, watched his cartoons together, and tucked him in with his stuffed bear. You wanted his last night to be full of love. No more hospitals, no more tears.

The next morning, you held him in your arms. His breathing was slow.

“Mommy,” he whispered, “promise me you won’t cry anymore. I wish you find someone who loves you so much. Someone who won’t leave you… like Daddy.”

You swallowed your sobs. “I promise, sweetheart. I won’t cry. And I’ll find someone who’ll love me, just like you said.”

He smiled faintly. “I love you, Mommy.”

You felt his small hand go limp in yours. “Ryan?”

But he was already gone peacefully, in your arms.

And for the first time in a long while, you didn’t scream. You just held him close, whispering, “I love you too, my baby.”