My dad remarried and urgently summoned me home. As soon as I saw my stepmother and her pregnant belly, I was shocked, burst into tears, turned around, and ran away…

On my wedding day, I stood at the gate. Dad wore a simple suit. Sophia, in a flowing white dress, gently placed her hands on her stomach. My chest twisted painfully. I wanted to step inside, to scream, “No!”, but my feet felt rooted to the spot.

Instead, I left a letter on the door:

“I can’t bless this, but I can’t hate you either. I’m leaving. I hope you find happiness.”

I turned and walked down the road. Wedding music echoed behind me, each note pressing against my heart like a stone.

My youth, my family. Everything collapsed in an instant.