Our Little Cupid: The Tycoon's Child In My Arms

Rain threatened to fall as Allison Wade lingered just outside the courthouse doors, forcing herself not to cry though every blink stung. Her carefully applied makeup did little to cover up the exhaustion etched across her face.

She turned to the man facing her and begged once more, her words weighed down by heartbreak, "Kyle, isn't there any way for us to fix this? I don't care how hard it gets. I'm willing to try again. Please, can't we just try?"

Kyle Clark drew her into a tight embrace, his shoulders heavy with regret. He struggled to speak, his tone rough with emotion. "Allie, we both agreed. This isn't something I wanted either. Please, don't put all the blame on me. My hands are tied."

Resting her cheek against his chest, she finally let herself cry, her tears soaking into his shirt as she clung to him. Over and over, her voice broke through her sobs. "Just give us one more chance. Please, Kyle..."

He gently rubbed her back, trying to comfort her, though his words offered little hope. "I know you've suffered so much. But it's my mom. You have to understand, Allie. I love you, I do. Please, don't make this any harder than it already is."

Allison realized there was nothing left to say that could change anything. Her composure shattered, she sobbed openly, no longer the woman who fussed over every detail of her appearance before stepping outside.

Ever since their wedding, Kyle's parents had hoped for a grandchild. Two years went by without a baby, and his mother's patience was running out fast.

The day she got the doctor's report, Allison stared at the words in disbelief. That paper ended her marriage. She was diagnosed with permanent infertility.

Now, after the final paperwork was done, Kyle looked at her, his face etched with concern. "Let me take you home, okay?"

Allison shook her head and drew in a shaky breath. Although she had managed to stop crying during the wait, her words were thick and raw. "No, you don't need to."

Everything between them had ended.

Kyle placed a steadying hand on her shoulder, fearing she might fall apart right in front of him. "Are you sure you're alright?"

Allison met his gaze, forcing a smile that held more pain than comfort. "I just signed away the last four years of my life. How could I be alright?"

He looked away, shame flickering across his expression. "I'm sorry, Allie..."

She brushed his hand away and walked off, not looking back.

She'd heard enough of those apologies.

Lately, it seemed like every word out of his mouth was either "I'm sorry" or something about his mother's latest orders.

Four years of loving a man tied to his mother's apron strings, never truly free to be her husband, and here she was, clutching divorce papers but struggling to release him from her heart.

Kyle watched from the curb as she flagged down a taxi, her departure punctuated