One evening, she found a strand of blonde hair on his jacket—a color that was not hers. That night, he didn't come home. By morning, the truth crystallized.
Diana Moore. The woman who had circled their lives like a shadow since high school. Beautiful, cruel, ruthless. The same woman who, years ago, had caused the accident that left Emma unable to bear children.
Now, she carried Ethan's child.
Emma's world collapsed in silence. Alone in the apartment, surrounded by boxes she had begun to pack for the inevitable divorce, she sat cross-legged on the floor. Her fingers traced old belongings—framed photos, folded notes—the artifacts of a love that had once promised forever.
Every memory now felt tainted, every promise broken. Emma realized that the betrayal was not just in the present, but woven into the very fabric of her past.