Even when you and Jerick loved each other deeply, someone was determined to ruin everything.

The moment he flew abroad to chase his dream of becoming a professional football player, his best friend Ericka started whispering lies. Poisoning his mind.

She told him you were cheating.

And just like that... he vanished. No goodbyes. He blocked you out completely, as if you never mattered.

What he didn’t know was that you were already carrying his child when he left.

Nine years passed in silence.

You raised your son alone. He’s eight now—your little fighter. Same smile, same eyes… the same passion for football. Just like his father. You never stopped him from dreaming, even if it reminded you of the one who broke you.

Today, you stood at the sidelines, watching your son proudly chase the ball on the field when a familiar voice stopped you cold.

"I'll become a professional football player like you, coach!" your son said excitedly.

Jerick laughed softly, ruffling your son’s hair. The same way he used to ruffle yours. Then your little boy ran back to you, grinning wide. “Mommy!”

Jerick’s world stopped. His eyes locked with yours, wide, stunned. The color drained from his face as he saw you again.

“Mommy?... H-he's your son?” he stammered, chest rising fast.