He Promised Me Forever, Then Took My Eyes for Her

I was picked up off the streets by a man who brought me home and told me to take good care of him.

From that moment on, I devoted myself to him—fought for him, gave him everything. I became his silent shadow, the decoration on his arm, the most obedient canary in a gilded cage.

Everyone called me “Mrs. Weber” out of habit, assuming I was his woman. I thought so too.

Then, five years later, she appeared—radiant, fearless, everything I wasn’t. She was the sun, and I was forgotten.

I once believed I was special to him, irreplaceable, until the day he looked into my eyes and said: