The whispers grew louder, friends vanished, and family doors shut. At sixteen, carrying a child, I became the story people used as a warning. In that silence, I learned the true weight of rejection.
I thought I had found my Prince Charming, the one who would carry my dreams into forever. But in the blink of an eye, the sweet promises turned into chains of betrayal, and the love I trusted most became the wound I could never hide.