Moonlit Love: When Hearts Shine Bright

The man I’d loved for ten years was a father, and I was the very last to know.

I stood outside the private room, watching him. He was doting on the infant in his arms, his face soft with a tenderness I’d never seen directed at me. He was giving instructions to his friends in the circle:

“Briar and I having a baby, keep it quiet for now. Otherwise, Aurora will definitely come back and make a scene.”

I’d loved him for a decade. Before I went abroad, I confessed my feelings to him.

Back then, he'd told me, “When you come back, we’ll be together.”

But the reality was so utterly ridiculous.