Ten years after our breakup, I found out my ex-boyfriend was still offering a huge reward to find me.
I let out a scoff and swiped the message away.
We didn’t end things peacefully.
The year we broke up, he got another woman pregnant.
And thanks to his mother’s scheme, I ended up pregnant by someone else too.
When he found out, he lost control and made me take abortion pills.
He cried and said, “I just want you to understand. In a family like ours, my life isn’t my own to live.”
“I can give you anything except an official status in my life.”
His mother said, “Our family will never accept someone from the bottom. There’s no way I’ll let our bloodline continue with someone like that!”
He just stood there, listening, not saying a word.
After that, I disappeared from his world.
A decade passed. Suddenly, he was in front of me again.
His face, even more refined and elegant than before, showed a rare vulnerability as his eyes grew red.
He said, “I’ve changed. My parents no longer have the power to dictate who I love.”
“Can we start over?”
I shook my head. “No.”
He looked lost. “Why?”
I answered calmly, “Because my husband wouldn’t allow it.”
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