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Left Behind by Love, Full of Wounds

Left Behind by Love, Full of Wounds

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Luna lives with her husband, Darius, in a large house, alongside her in-laws and her sister-in-law. At first, their marriage was harmonious, filled with happiness. However, as time went by, after four years of marriage, Luna gave birth to their second child. The gap between the first and second child was only two years. As a young mother, Luna became busy taking care of her children and family, and she no longer paid attention to herself. Her weight kept increasing, and at that point, she had reached almost 200 kg. Luna, a beautiful woman with an enchanting face, had once been the perfect figure in the eyes of many men. With her ideal body and captivating smile, she was admired by many. She came from a wealthy family, enjoying all the comforts of life. However, for the sake of marrying Darius, she left everything behind-her family and the luxurious life she once had. However, life with Darius turned out to be far from what she had imagined. Her once-loving husband now often ignored her and even mocked her appearance. Her sister-in-law, Bianca, was no better, frequently teasing and humiliating Luna. Meanwhile, Darius spent more and more time with another woman, including his ex-lover, which was fully supported by his family. This situation pushed Luna deeper into despair. On one hand, she felt trapped in a marriage full of lies and betrayal. On the other hand, she felt like she had no choice. Darius's family, who she had once hoped to accept, had now become a source of suffering that was becoming harder to bear. At her lowest point, Luna had to face the harsh truth that her happiness no longer existed within the marriage she had fought for. At this breaking point, Luna had to decide-would she continue to endure a marriage full of pain, or would she rise up and find a way out, even if it meant leaving everything behind?

Chapter 1 The Woman in the Mirror

The mirror didn't lie. It never had.

Luna stared at her reflection in silence, her breath catching as her fingers grazed the edge of her swollen face. Her once-sculpted jawline had long since disappeared beneath soft folds of exhaustion and time. Her eyes, once wide and filled with dreams, now looked hollow-dimmed by sleepless nights, relentless cries, and the weight of invisible burdens.

She used to be beautiful. Not just in the eyes of strangers, but in the way she moved, the way she laughed, the way she dared to dream. She was the daughter of a respected businessman, a woman who once wore designer dresses and stiletto heels without a second thought. Luna had lived in a world of luxury and ease, her life framed by chandeliers, brunches, and soft jazz on Sunday mornings.

And yet, here she stood-barefoot in a kitchen that smelled like old formula and burnt toast, dressed in faded pajamas that clung tightly to her body. Two children slept in the room behind her, their soft breathing the only sound that reminded her she still had a purpose in this world. They were her everything.

But he wasn't.

Darius. Her husband. The man she had once believed would walk through fire for her, now couldn't even bother to hold the door open. Once, he had whispered promises against her skin and made her feel like the center of the universe. Now, he barely looked at her. His eyes, once filled with passion, now held disdain. Indifference. Sometimes even disgust.

The change had been slow. It began after the birth of their first child, but became undeniable after the second. Luna's body changed-of course it did. Pregnancy had taken its toll. Her hips widened, her belly stretched, her skin marked with the lines of creation. But instead of admiration, instead of gratitude, she was met with silence... and later, cruel remarks.

"You used to care about how you looked," he said once, not even glancing up from his phone.

"I don't have time to care," she had answered quietly.

He shrugged. "Make time."

She tried. For months, she tried. Diets. Workouts. Tightening clothes around a body that no longer fit the mold. But every effort was met with mockery-not just from Darius, but from Bianca, his sister, who never missed a moment to sneer at Luna's weight or compare her to other women.

"Men don't stay faithful to whales," Bianca said once, sipping her wine like it was holy water.

The words hit like stones. But the worst came weeks later.

It was midnight when Darius stumbled home, smelling of expensive perfume that wasn't hers. Lipstick stained the collar of his shirt. He didn't even hide it. He just dropped his keys on the counter, muttered something about being tired, and walked past her like she was invisible.

The next morning, Luna asked him, trembling, "Was it her?"

He didn't answer at first. Just stared at his coffee.

"Alessia?" she pressed.

He looked up slowly. "What difference does it make?"

And just like that, she knew. The woman from his past. The one he said meant nothing. She was back-and this time, welcomed by his family. Supported. Encouraged.

"I'm the mother of your children," Luna whispered.

"You're a burden," he replied flatly. "You're not the woman I married."

No. She wasn't. The woman he married was vibrant, slim, glowing. That woman had dreams. This woman-Luna-was exhausted. Bruised. Still bleeding silently from sacrifices no one ever acknowledged.

She had given up everything for Darius. Her wealth. Her family. Her pride. Her father had warned her. So had her sister. "You don't know what you're doing," they had said. "He wants your beauty, not your soul."

But she hadn't listened. Because when Darius looked at her back then, it felt like magic. It felt like forever.

Now it just felt like a curse.

Luna sank into the kitchen chair, pressing her palms against her eyes. The tears came, slow and hot. She hated herself for crying. She hated that she still cared. She hated the silence between them, the absence of love that echoed louder than any scream.

And worst of all, she hated the version of herself she had become.

Not because she had gained weight. Not because she had stopped wearing makeup. But because she had let them break her spirit, piece by piece.

She didn't recognize herself anymore.

A sudden sound broke her thoughts-the soft whimper of her youngest child from the bedroom. Luna stood quickly, wiping her cheeks. No matter how broken she felt, her children would never see her fall apart. She would protect them from this rot, even if it consumed her whole.

As she cradled her baby in her arms, swaying gently, she whispered promises into the soft curls of his head.

"You are worth every sacrifice," she murmured. "You are not the reason I'm lost. You are the reason I'll find myself again."

And maybe... just maybe... she would.

But tonight, as the house fell silent and her husband lay beside her facing the other way, Luna stared into the darkness with one truth burning in her chest-

This wasn't love.

And it never would be again.

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