No Second Chance

The anniversary gift my boyfriend gave me turned out to be a marriage certificate. Overjoyed, I planned to tell him I intended to undergo IVF treatment. Yet what awaited me was the man who’d sworn never to race again presenting the championship trophy he’d risked his life to win to his young stepmother. In that instant, I realized I’d merely been a tool for him to vent his petty spats with another woman all along. Even that marriage certificate was a shoddy fake made just to pacify me. I shed no tears and threw no tantrums. I went straight to cancel the fertility procedure and booked a plane ticket abroad. This time, I would cut all ties completely with the man who’d lied to me for three years.