As the months went by, I focused on the life growing inside me. My son became my beacon of hope, the reason I pushed through the pain and heartache. The day he was born, I held him close and promised him a life filled with love and stability—everything that Mark and I had once planned to give him together.
Years have passed since that fateful day. I’ve moved forward, raising my son with the support of my family and friends. He is the light of my life, a constant reminder of resilience and unconditional love. I never heard from Mark again, though I occasionally hear whispers about his life. He did indeed marry the woman his mother chose for him, a woman who fit the image she had always envisioned for her son.
