Isabel hurried home, her arms full of bags and neatly wrapped gifts, eager to surprise Paul for his birthday. A smile played on her lips as she imagined his reaction. But the moment she stepped inside, something felt off. The house was too quiet. Then, faint voices drifted from upstairs, followed by a soft, feminine laugh. Her heart pounded as she noticed a trail of unfamiliar clothes scattered on the floor. A dress, lacy lingerie—items that did not belong to her. Dread twisted inside her as she climbed the stairs.

Dylan’s world shattered the day his brother, Ethan, passed away. Grief clung to him like a heavy shadow, and no matter what he did, he couldn’t silence the echo of Ethan’s final words. “You only care about yourself, Dylan. You never supported me when I needed you the most,” Ethan had said, his voice weak but filled with the weight of years of disappointment. “But I’m asking you anyway—visit Kyle when I’m gone. He’ll be alone, and I don’t want that for him.” Ethan had been right. Dylan had been

Matthew had once promised Anne forever, but forever didn’t last. When she couldn’t give him a son, he filed for divorce. Yet, strangely, he refused to move out. He still lived in their house, acting like nothing had changed. Anne, left to raise their five daughters alone, felt trapped. But everything changed the day she met an old friend. One afternoon, she finally took a break from motherhood and went for a quiet walk in Seattle. As she turned a corner, she nearly bumped into someone familiar. “Oh my God!