My fiancé was supposed to be our forever happy place, but instead, he cheated and broke our hearts. Then he demanded I return everything he gave me and my kids… right down to a stuffed elephant.
So I did. And karma delivered the rest.
My name’s Loren. I’m 35, widowed young, and mom to two amazing little kids.
I met Brian at my sister’s barbecue in Millbrook, exactly 13 months after my husband died in that terrible accident on Route 9.
My kids were still raw from losing their dad. Simon was 10 and barely speaking.
Nancy was seven and still crying herself to sleep most nights.
I wasn’t looking for love. I wasn’t looking for anything except maybe five minutes of adult conversation that didn’t involve goldfish crackers or cartoon characters.
Brian showed up with a six-pack and a crooked smile, and offered my kids lemonade without me asking.
Real lemonade, not the powdered stuff.
He sat cross-legged on the grass with Nancy, making balloon animals out of napkins and twist ties from the bread bags. When Simon finally cracked a smile watching Brian’s pathetic attempt at a giraffe, my heart did this little flip.
“Is your favorite color blue?” Brian asked me later, nodding toward my sundress.
He didn’t flirt like most guys.
“How did you guess?”
“Lucky guess. You look beautiful in it.”
I should have known that kind of charm comes with an expiration date.
For two years, Brian was everything I thought we needed.
He remembered birthdays… not just mine, but the kids’ too, and planned them like mini-festivals.
He once biked across town in the rain because Nancy mentioned she wanted strawberry pancakes.
What happened next changed everything… FULL STORY on the next page.
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