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I requested to leave Doctors Without Borders a year ahead of schedule, just to come back home for the occasion and marry Hayden Tran. But when I arrived, I discovered Hayden had already become a father. I overheard him instructing the maid, "Keep Nora Stewart abroad a little longer. It's best if she doesn't come back. If she finds out I have a son now, there will definitely be a mess." In that moment, reality hit me. He had misled me. Three years ago, he had advised, "Go work as a doctor overseas for three years to gain some experience and maturity. Once you've calmed down a bit, you can return and be my wife." Indeed, I have matured. I'm no longer the girl who would cry and throw a tantrum at every minor thing. And because of this change, my tastes have evolved as well. I no longer find him attractive. When I returned home, holding the carefully chosen gift for Hayden, the house was empty except for the table adorned with numerous bouquets. Laughter echoed from the garden, and I walked over, step by step. "Hayden, you're really lucky. Your son is so cute, and your wife is so beautiful," I heard a man's voice tease in the distance. I froze, unable to trust my ears. Venturing further, I saw Hayden. He was cradling a baby in his arms, with a petite woman holding onto his arm. "Yes, indeed, I'm very fortunate. But it's really all thanks to Laila," he said, his eyes full of tenderness as he gently ran his fingers through the woman's hair. The woman chuckled, her face full of joy. They looked like the perfect family, the three of them. So enviable. I stood there, rooted to the spot, like a shadow watching them. Behind them, a banner hung on the wall. "Quinton Tran's One-Month Celebration." Quinton Tran... I remembered how I used to cuddle with Hayden and suggest, "Hayden, I want to have a son with you one day and name him Quinton." When he asked why, I smiled. "Quinton, because it means a blessed year. I want our child to have a blessed year, every year." Now, he had named his child with someone else, Quinton. "By the way, Hayden, isn't Nora Stewart expected to return soon? Aren’t you worried she'll kick up a fuss when she finds out you're a dad?" one of Hayden's friends asked. Hayden gently touched the baby's cheek. "I nearly forgot about that," he said. Immediately, he made a call, instructing, "Keep Nora Stewart abroad a little longer. It's best if she doesn't come back. If she finds out I have a son now, there will definitely be a mess." I gasped, taking a step back.Three years ago, Hayden was the one who pushed me to join Doctors Without Borders. He thought I was too emotional, that I cried over everything and got upset whenever I saw him with other women. He once told me, "It's not that I don't have feelings for you, Nora. It's just that you're too unstable to be my wife." "So here's the plan," he continued. "Spend three years with Doctors Without Borders. It'll help you grow and become more composed. When you've matured, you can come back, and we can be together." I believed him. I worked hard, studied diligently, and finally applied to join the organization. The day I got my acceptance letter was one of the happiest days of my life. I thought, "Just get through these three years, and then I'll be Hayden's wife." But now that I'm back, he's become a father. As I come back to the present, I realize my face is wet with tears, which keep falling despite my attempts to wipe them away. “I hope she never comes back,” Hayden said nonchalantly, intertwining his fingers with the woman beside him. “All I want now is a life with Laila," he continued, "growing old together, hand in hand.” “Oh, that's amazing! I wish my girlfriend would have a baby with me too!” someone around him cheered. “But Hayden, have you thought about how to explain this to Nora Stewart?” another person asked. At the mention of my name, his expression instantly turned cold. “I never wanted her to come back,” he said, lowering his head to comfort the woman beside him. “The butler will handle everything. Don’t worry; it will always be just you and me.” Snow started to fall, landing on the tip of my nose and sending a chill straight to my heart. Three years ago, on the day I left, I clung to Hayden’s arm and asked, “Will you really marry me when I return?” He ruffled my hair and spoke in a voice as soothing as a lullaby, “Of course, by then you’ll be much more composed. Don’t worry, I’ll wait for you. It will always be just you.” But now that I've become more composed, he's with someone else. Why? Why did he have to deceive me? My chest tightened with a painful ache as tears unwillingly streamed down my face. In Africa, in war-torn Afghanistan, I treated the wounded amidst gunfire, always thinking, “I have to survive, survive so I can marry Hayden.” I even applied to come back home a year early to surprise him. And today, I finally returned, only for him to surprise me first.As they passed by, I overheard someone mention, "Did you hear Hayden Tran bought a yacht for his wedding with Laila?" I quickly hid behind a tree, trying to stay out of sight. "Wow, I'm so jealous. But what about Nora Stewart? Wasn't she crazy about Hayden?" "Seriously? Haven't you heard? Three years ago, he conned her into going overseas to volunteer with Doctors Without Borders. Who knows if she'll even make it back in one piece?" "Hayden just wanted to be with Laila. He was worried Nora would cause drama, so he did what he had to." "As soon as she left the country, he hooked up with Laila." Their words sliced through the air, cruel and clear, reaching my ears. So Hayden had orchestrated this from the start, planning it all three years ahead. And there I was, naively trusting him at every turn. The conditions abroad were brutal, yet I bore it all, thinking if I persevered, I would come back to marry him. As they moved on, congratulating Hayden, one person teased, "Hayden, Nora's been into you for so many years. Aren't you worried about leaving her out in those tough conditions as a doctor?" Hayden didn't even flinch, his eyes focused on his son. "She's the one who's into me, not the other way around," he replied, his tone dismissive. "If it weren't for my dad adopting her and his fondness for her, I would have set the record straight ages ago." "You all know she's seven years younger than me. There's no chance I'd ever be interested in her." "It's always been her chasing after me." Their mocking laughter surrounded me, and despite the sunny day, I felt a chill run through me.I was adopted by the Tran family when I was sixteen, just starting high school. Back then, Hayden was already twenty-three, fresh out of university. He came from a wealthy background and was strikingly handsome, constantly surrounded by a swarm of admirers. I would often feel a pang of jealousy and approach him, saying, "Hayden, can't you keep your distance from those girls?" He would chuckle softly and ruffle my hair, replying, "Whatever Nora wants, Nora gets." In my teenage heart, I mistook that for love. I did everything I could to be near him, to understand his interests, and to become the kind of person he would cherish. At eighteen, I put on a glamorous Victorian-style dress and high heels for the first time. During a Thanksgiving party, when a rich young man struck up a conversation with me, Hayden dragged me into the restroom and kissed me passionately. His dark eyes were intense, as his tousled hair fell forward and he pressed his forehead against mine, declaring, "You belong to me." Initially, he filled me with hope, showing affection in countless ways. Yet now, he accused me of being clingy. Heartbroken, I walked away, unable to hold back my tears as I reached the door. My hands trembled as I took out my phone and opened WhatsApp. The latest message was from Hayden: "Happy birthday, Nora." At that moment, I was in the middle of saving a pregnant woman, covered in blood, having been awake for over twenty-four hours. But his message gave me a renewed sense of energy. I wiped away my tears and called him through voice chat."Nora, what's going on?" Hayden's voice on the other end was as soothing as ever. It took him some time to answer, so he must have found a quiet spot to take the call. I wanted to speak, but all I could picture was him with a child, standing beside another woman. "Nora?" He called me by my nickname again, which I used to love. But now, it made me feel nauseous. "Hayden, I'm back." If you listened closely, you'd catch a slight shake in my voice. But Hayden didn't notice. He paused for a moment, then asked, "Why are you home?" "Where are you? I'll come to you." Seeing them in the garden broke my heart into pieces. Yet, he remained as kind as ever. "I'm at the front door," I said gently. Hayden had bought this house for me when I turned eighteen. At the time, he said, "No matter who you're with in the future, this house is yours." "Being connected to Hayden Tran should give you confidence." But now, he lives here with another woman, and they have a child.When Hayden stepped outside, I had already composed myself. He walked toward me through the snow, each step measured, his eyes filled with concern. As he came closer, he pulled me into a firm embrace, his warm breath tickling my ear. "Nora, it's been three years. You've lost weight." A scent of apples filled the air—his fragrance had changed. He used to smell faintly of coffee. His touch now made me uneasy, and I pushed him away. His eyes narrowed for a moment before he smiled. "Our Nora has grown up, understanding the boundaries between men and women." "But remember, I'm still your fiancé. Don't pull away from me, okay?" He was once a guiding light in my life. When I first arrived at the Tran household, I was painfully introverted and bullied at school. There was a day after classes when some kids trapped me in an alley and attacked me. Hayden suddenly appeared, driving a sleek Bentley, scattering those bullies. He got out and shielded me. I'll never forget his cold words to them: "Nora Stewart is like a sister to me, Hayden Tran. If anyone dares to mess with her again, they’ll answer to me." But now, he seemed so different. It was the same face, yet I no longer felt the same heart-fluttering excitement as before. Hayden reached out to caress my cheek, and I noticed a ring on his fourth finger. It used to be bare. "I'm tired. Can I go home and rest now?" I said, turning my gaze away and studying his face.Hayden's eyes quickly showed a hint of worry. "Sure... sure." "But we have guests over today. A friend of mine just became a dad and needed a place for the baby’s christening party, so they decided to use our house." "You don't mind, right?" Back then, I used to see him as a sort of guardian angel. Whenever I was bullied, he would appear just in time. If I felt sick, he would deal with it calmly. One winter, we went out to buy sparklers and stumbled upon a couple in a heated argument. The guy had tricked the girl to meet up with someone else. He once told me, "Nora, when you're looking for a partner, keep your eyes open. Find someone who’s as dependable as your Hayden." "I would never deceive anyone." But now, he's full of stories. Maybe I've matured; I no longer felt the urge to expose him. I wanted to see how long he could maintain the act. "I don't mind." Hearing this, Hayden smiled and tried to pull me closer, but I sidestepped. A flash of surprise crossed his face, then he smiled, as if to reassure himself. "We’ve grown apart." "That’s alright; I'll always be here, helping you get back to how things were." But deep inside, I knew there was no returning to the past. Three years ago, he tricked me into going abroad to work with a humanitarian organization. I witnessed too many life-and-death situations, like watching a child smile one moment and become lifeless the next. That experience taught me the importance of cherishing every moment. We never know if tomorrow or an unexpected event will come first. So now, I refuse to waste time on those who don’t deserve it. Instead of taking me to the master bedroom where I used to stay, Hayden led me to a guest room. He explained, "My friend likes to keep up appearances and told people this was his house, so he's using the master bedroom for now." "When things settle down in a few days, I’ll have the housekeeper prepare the room for you. Is that alright?" "Okay." I put down my bag. He studied me for a few seconds and then said, "Knowing you, you probably don't like crowded places. You should rest here. I'll get back to work."After Hayden left, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small stone engraved with "Peace and Joy." A young boy had given it to me during my time in Africa. Back then, he had lost his parents and was all alone. With small, dark hands, he offered me the stone and said, "Sister, this is for you. Give it to someone you love to keep them safe." I took it, planning to get some candy for him. But just as I turned, he was shot, collapsing right in front of me. Devastated, I tried to save him, but my colleagues pulled me away. Regaining composure, I opened the guest room door and scanned the house. Previously, I was too distracted to notice much. Now, I spotted signs of another woman living here. The bathroom had feminine towels and skincare products. On the coffee table, fresh flowers, a coffee mug, and children's toys were scattered. Absorbing these details, I walked to the master bedroom. I used to live here, and Hayden had designed it just for me. As I touched the doorknob, a voice interrupted me. "Are you Nora Stewart?"

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