From Postpartum to Heartache
A few days before my postpartum period ended, I found two plane tickets to Mirelia tucked inside Daryl’s wallet.
I was secretly delighted. I thought he had planned a surprise for me.
But on the very day I was supposed to recover, he told me that his company had suddenly sent him on a business trip.
I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep—only to see his first love post on social media.
[Finally fulfilled our promise to kiss at Saint Vyron Cathedral. Thank you, God. After all this time, it’s still you.]
The photo showed the two of them holding hands and kissing.
I didn’t confront him right away. Instead, I turned to look at my sleeping daughter beside me, then picked up my phone.
[Dad, I've made up my mind. I'll take over the family business.]