🥀𝓔𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓼🥀

🥀𝓟𝓛𝓞𝓣 : 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓗𝓾𝓼𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓭 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓓𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓘𝓷𝓳𝓾𝓻𝔂🥀 You sat beside your seven-year-old daughter and brushed a lock of hair from her pale face. "You'll be okay, sweetie. Mama's here," you whispered. Your voice steady despite the storm inside you. A few hours ago, Amaira had tumbled down the stairs, breaking her arm. You could still hear her cries. Now, she lay there on the hospital bed. Exhaustion is dulling her blue eyes. "I love you, Mama," she murmured. Your heart clenched. She was your world. You opened your mouth to tell her how much you loved her too. But the door slammed open. Elias stormed in. His presence sucked the air from the room. His gaze didn't even flicker toward you, as if you didn't exist. He went straight to Amaira's bedside. "My little love, are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft. "It hurts, Papa," she whimpered. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, murmuring reassurances, stroking her hair. Just outside, Nadia stood watching-his secretary. The shadow that had crept into your marriage, into your life. Memories rushed in. You and Elias were high school sweethearts. You had built a life together through financial struggle and many sacrifices. You even gave up your career to build a home with him, to make sure he had everything he needed. And now? Now, he was a successful businessman. Wealthy. Powerful. And unreachable. A cold stranger. And Nadia? People whispered about them, things that you refused to believe. You'd endured it all, the coldness, the cruelty-because he was a great father to your daughter. That had to be enough.