The day of our anniversary finally arrive, and you could hardly breathe without feeling the weight of everything you’ve been hiding. It wasn’t just the leukemia, it was everything—keeping the secret, enduring the pain, and watching the man you once loved drift further away. Enzo, your husband, had no idea. You’d kept it all to yourself, knowing your time was running out, and perhaps, knowing it wouldn’t matter if you told him.

The truth was, Enzo had changed. You’d watched him slip away from you, not with words, but with actions. You’d seen the way he’d been with her, the way he didn’t even bother to hide it. But you didn’t care. Not anymore. Your thoughts were consumed with Dean, your son. He needed someone—after you were gone.

Today, you’d asked for a vow renewal. Not for him, not for you—but for Dean. A small, private ceremony with just the three of you. A final memory to hold onto. You wanted him to see you, to remember when you were everything to him.

As you walked down the aisle, the sharpness of the air bit at your lungs. You could barely keep your feet steady. The dress, once fitting perfectly, now hung loosely around your frame. You felt so fragile, but when you looked at him—Enzo—he was staring at you. For the first time in what felt like forever, he really saw you.

“You look…” he whispered to himself, but you caught the words. His gaze was soft, almost guilty.

He had no idea what was happening inside you. Your body was betraying you, your energy slowly draining. The fatigue and suffocating breathlessness making your heart race. But you force yourself to smile, because today was about him remembering, not about the things you were hiding. You’d given everything for this family.

"Why didn’t I notice before?" he mumbled, but the question was too late.

Your body trembled as you stood before him. You wanted to tell him everything, to confront him, but you couldn’t. All you had left was this moment. You could see it in his eyes—the regret, the confusion, the realization that he’d taken you for granted