Love Story Chapter 1 

Love Story1 Chapter 1 

Das our fifth wedding anniversary, 

I received a mysterious package. 

Inside were intimate photos of my husband, Elan Walker, and his assistant. 

The timeline stretched back for–far longer the ve years. 

The most recent photo was taken just two weeks ago, showing him at the beach with his assistant and our daughter. 

the photo, they were langhing so brightly, like a perfect little family of three. 

Swallowing my emotions, I took the prescribed abortion pills and picked up my phone to send a text. 

“Mom, I take your advice and file for divorce. I’ll come back next month to take over the family business.” 

The doctor’s regretful words still echoed in my ears as I left the clinic. 

“Mrs. Walker, the baby’s heartbeat is strong. At your age, it might be difficult to conceive again. Are you absolutely sure about 

“Maybe you should discuss it with your husband one more time?” 

Staring at the tiny spot on the ultrasound, 1 steeled myself and swallowed the mifepristone. 

Before the effects of the medication kicked in, I stopped by the farmers market to buy a pile of fresh ingredients. 

Back home, I cooked a table full of Ethan’s favorite dishes. 

I sat silently on the couch, waiting for him to return–from morning until the san set. 

The food grow cold, and the candles on the cake melted down to their stubs, 

Ethan never came home. 

Just then, his assistant, Sophie Quinn, updated her Instagram story, 

The photo showed a man’s hands, wearing an apron, frosting a cake. 

this? 

The caption read: “How sweet of him to remember our ten–year work anniversary, Who says men can’t be romantic? Mine’s the exception.” 

I recognized those hands immediately. 

The elegant fingers, the faint scar between the thumb and index finger. 

That scar came from last year, when Ethan wrestled with a stray dog to protect me. 

He used to joke that it might even affect his precision during surgery. 

Now, those hands that once wielded a scalpel with skill were busy cooking for someone else. 

As the evening turned to night, he finally opened the front door. 

He looked surprised to find me sitting there alone with a table full of cold dishes. 

“Didn’t I tell you I’d be working late? I said not to wait for me for dinner.” 

I stretched my stiff body and began clearing the table, tossing the food into the trash 

“It’s fine. I already ate. I just hadn’t cleaned up yet.” 

He noticed the cake on the table, his expression briefly flickering with unease. 

15:00 

Love, a Hollow Promise 

Why is there 

I rasplly removed the Tith Adversity Logger and replied fadly. No reason. I just wanted calo 

He exhaled, visibly relieved, walked over, and kissed my cheek with practiced i 

You’ve had a bong day. I’m pretty od 1 head to be firs 

parking two women must be exhausting for kimi,