He Wanted Me Back, but I Belonged to Someone Else

For seven years, I stood by him. Gave him everything—my love, my dreams, even the time I didn’t have left.

Because when you’re dying, you cling to the one thing that still feels alive.

Then I learned I was carrying his child… while a tumor burned through my brain.

I was ready to tell him. To fight for our family.

But that night, he brought another woman home.

Anabella.

His mistress. Expecting his baby. Wrapped in my silk robe.

He didn’t just betray me—he shattered me.

Made me kneel before her in the cold rain, weak and bleeding, until I collapsed.

And when I fell, he turned his back.