I sat in front of the mirror, my fingers gently running over the lace of my wedding dress, tracing the delicate floral patterns stitched into the fabric. The soft glow of the vanity lights made the ivory gown shimmer, and for a moment, everything felt surreal. Today was the day. A slow breath filled my lungs, thick with the scent of peonies and roses from my bouquet resting nearby. I was marrying Sam. The love of my life. The man who had once handed me a single daisy in the

Jennifer was a single mother of four young children. Life had been tough ever since her husband, Adam, walked out on them. The moment he found out she was pregnant with their fourth child, he had made up his mind. “Another child to feed? No way! I’ve had enough!” he shouted one evening, slamming the door behind him. Just like that, he was gone. Jennifer was devastated. She and Adam hadn’t planned for another baby, but she never expected him to abandon them. She thought he would at least stand

It was a cold and busy Monday evening when Libby walked into her favorite café, craving a moment of peace. She ordered a regular coffee and settled into her usual seat by the window, watching the endless stream of people hurrying through the streets of New York City. Today had been exhausting. Back-to-back meetings, endless emails, and a boss who thought “urgent” meant “drop everything right now.” Libby sighed, rubbing her temples as she pulled out her iPad. Another day filled with work deadlines. Nothing new. “Thank you,” she murmured