I met my husband in 2010 at his aunt’s store. Though he wasn’t my usual type, his eyes and confidence caught my attention, but when I learned he was married with a newborn, I stepped back. After he separated in 2012, we reconnected, and by 2013 we were together, falling deeply in love.
In 2016, while pregnant, he promised to be by my side during labor—but when the time came, he never showed. Then came the devastating news: he had died in a car accident on his way to the hospital, leaving behind a surprise he’d been working on—a house for us and our baby.
Visiting the home he bought, I found a nursery ready, with a note expressing his love for our son even before meeting him. Though grief hit hard, I raised Samuel surrounded by his father’s love, learning that true love lives on through actions and sacrifice, beyond words and loss.
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