The man I married broke me. Not because he didn't love me- but because he couldn't stay when grief moved in. Three pregnancies. Three losses. One marriage that shattered under the weight of everything we couldn't fix. And somewhere in the silence, in the distance I didn't know how to cross, he made a choice that broke what little I had left. If only I had known how fragile love could be. This is a story about loss that doesn't heal cleanly. About love tested in the quiet. About betrayal that doesn't come from hate-but from weakness. Sometimes heartbreak doesn't arrive all at once. Sometimes it happens slowly, while you're still trying to hold everything together.

Have you ever fallen in love? Put all your trust in someone? Believed every word they said, because love-four letters, one promise-made you blind? I did. And maybe I should've held something back. A small piece of my heart. Something to rebuild with when it all shattered. But sometimes, they lie to protect you. Sometimes, they lie because they have to. And sometimes... they lie because it's the only way they can keep you. This is our story. Where nothing is as it seems. Where truth hides in a touch. Where love sounds a lot like a lie- Until you pay close enough attention to hear what they really meant. Because maybe... They loved you all along.