Three years passed.
We got engaged. Built routines. Shared a home. Shared plans.
From the outside, we looked perfect.
THE NIGHT EVERYTHING SHIFTED
One evening, she walked in glowing.
“I have a surprise,” she said, smiling.
“I’m ten weeks pregnant.”
The words didn’t register at first.
Then they hit all at once.
I felt like the ground disappeared under me.
I smiled.
But inside… everything collapsed.
Because she didn’t know.
And I knew something she didn’t:
I couldn’t have children.
THE TIMELINE THAT DIDN’T ADD UP
Still, I played along.
“That’s amazing,” I said.
She hugged me. Laughing. Happy.
And I held her back—pretending everything was fine.
But it wasn’t.
Ten weeks.
Because exactly ten weeks earlier…
we had broken apart.
The worst fight we’d ever had.
