Too Late for Regret, Liam

For six years, I believed Liam and I were building a real life together in our Chicago apartment.

I always thought our love was solid, unbreakable.

One quiet Tuesday night, searching his laptop for a tax document, I stumbled upon a folder simply named "C."

Curiosity, that stupid little nudge, made me click.

It wasn't finances; it was Chloe.

Thousands of photos, her smiling face, and then the "Journal" subfolder.

My hands shook as I read devastating entries.

The flowers he bought me after my promotion, the romantic trip to Italy, even our engagement-each cherished moment a desperate…