Even though they knew I was infertile, the groom’s family still asked for my hand.
And on our wedding night, when I lifted the blanket—
I froze.
Because that was the moment I learned the truth that changed everything.
My name is Anna Williams, I’m thirty years old.
And for the longest time, I believed I was meant to live alone.
Three years ago, after surgery at St. Thomas Hospital in London,
the doctor gently told me,
“Anna, I’m so sorry… but you won’t be able to have children.”
Those words shattered me.
The next morning, my boyfriend of five years, Ryan,
sent a short message that ended everything.
“I can’t do this anymore. Take care.”
From that day on, I stopped dreaming about love, weddings, or children.
Then came Daniel Parker.
He was thirty-seven, a quiet, kind-hearted man who had recently joined the hospital where I worked as a …
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