I allowed myself to look past my intuition and distrust of a certain someone and their interactions with my fiancé ... I mean ex-fiancé. I chose trust in him over distrust of her at every crossroads his choices created, and now I'm lost. Maybe breaking it down again, piece by piece will help me look at the big picture logically. Maybe then I can feel less illogical pain and find my way back to myself again. A story about a relationship breaking down because of broken boundaries and a breakdown in communication.

I didn't wake up one morning and decide to fall out of love. It was slower than that. Quieter. No big affair. No lipstick on the collar. Just a slow erosion of "us" every time he chose her over me. This isn't a love story. It's a resignation letter. And I signed it with a smile.

In the wake of his wife's return from the dead, Andrew finds himself torn between two loves-Lauren, the woman he swore would be his future, and Norma, the wife he once lost. Caught in the middle of a love triangle that he never anticipated, Andrew is forced to confront his deepest emotions, questioning everything he thought he knew about love, loyalty, and the promises he made. As his heart is pulled in two directions, Lauren is left to face the painful reality of his indecision, all while her world crumbles around her. Will Andrew choose the life he built with Lauren, or will he follow the pull of a past he can't escape?

She had his heart, his future, and the kind of love people envy. But when the girl from his past reappears armed with old memories and a too-familiar smile. Everything begins to shift. Loyalties blur, trust fractures, and the life she thought was unshakable slowly begins to slip away.

October I loved him with everything I had. From the moment I was a teenager scribbling his name in my notebooks, to the nights I waited up for him with cold dinners and colder silences. He was my first everything-my husband, the father of my children, the quiet love of my life. I built our world with devotion, patience, and hope. But love isn't always enough, especially when you're competing with someone who seems to get the version of him you used to dream of. I told myself he'd remember me. That one day he'd see me again. But the truth is, he already looked away-months ago. And I let it happen. Until my children saw it too. Until I couldn't unsee it.