I returned a little over two weeks later.
Letting go of someone I had loved for so many years was never going to be easy. I had poured too much of myself into Ivy, and walking away from her felt like tearing flesh from bone. Even so, I survived it, because I gradually realized that life still held things worth fighting for beyond love: my career, my friends, and the future I had almost forgotten I deserved.
Strangely enough, ever since uncovering Ivy's betrayal half a year earlier, my company had been thriving. Our profits had already exceeded the annual target, almost as though fate had decided to compensate me in its own cruel way. It took love from me and handed me success instead.
Then, one month later, life dealt me an even harsher blow.
Ivy was pregnant.
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