Past Due Love

My fiancé was the CEO of a powerful financial conglomerate, and to the outside world, he adored me beyond measure.

A week before our wedding, I found out I was pregnant with triplets. I had planned to tell him the joyful news in person.

But instead, I witnessed him in bed with other women. Not with just one.

It felt like a knife had carved into my soul, cutting so deep I lost all hope, all trust. My tears begged for release, but I held my head high, forcing myself to stay strong.

For him, I had given up everything—my pride, my family, my career.

Yet he chose to share our love with others.

All those vows to love me and only me for a lifetime had been lies.

Our so-called future, our wedding—it was all a cruel joke.

He was no longer the man I once loved. He had become tainted.

I would not endure his betrayal. He no longer deserved to be the father of my children.

So I made my decision—to disappear, to fake my death and start over, to give myself and my babies a chance at a free, unburdened life.

But I never imagined he'd become obsessed and start searching the world for women who resembled me, all while declaring I was the only one he ever loved.

Too little, too late. His affection now is worth nothing.

This time, I'm not looking back.

"Lisa, are you serious about faking your death and erasing your identity?" A friend's voice came through the phone, asking me once again.

"Yes. Please arrange everything for me," I replied without hesitation.

After hanging up, I stared blankly out the window at the light drizzle, my thoughts muddled and my heart heavy.

My fiancé was the CEO of a powerful financial conglomerate, and to the outside world, he adored me beyond measure.

A week before our wedding, I found out I was pregnant with triplets. I had planned to tell him the joyful news in person.

But instead, I witnessed him in bed with other women. Not with just one.

It felt like a knife had carved into my soul, cutting so deep I lost all hope, all trust. My tears begged for release, but I held my head high, forcing myself to stay strong.

For him, I had given up everything—my pride, my family, my career.

Yet he chose to share our love with others.

All those vows to love me and only me for a lifetime had been lies.

Our so-called future, our wedding—it was all a cruel joke.

He was no longer the man I once loved. He had become tainted.

I would not endure his betrayal. He no longer deserved to be the father of my children.

So I made my decision—to disappear, to fake my death and start over, to give myself and my babies a chance at a free, unburdened life.

I rested a hand gently on my abdomen. There were moments when I