From Broken To Beloved, My Journey

was a celebrated chef pregnant with our first child. On the

s he announced their relationship to the world. He then looked into the ca

d me in our home. They moved his mistress into my bedroom and

oked at me wi

best, Kyra.

by everyone, facing the

phone. With trembling hands, I found a long-forg

out. "I think you might be my fath

pte

owed with victory. My heart, however, was already a tomb. My name is Kyra Moore. I was a celeb

full swing. Everyone smiled, talked, and laughed. My own smile felt glued to my face. Inside, a h

he bypassed the laughing crowd, her gaze fixed. "Mrs. Grimes! Kyra! Can you confir

mpagne in my hand felt suddenly heavy, like li

a glossy photo. Andre. And Casey. Her head was nestled against his shoulder. His arm was wrapped tight around her waist. A banner s

nife twisting inside me. My vision blurred. The worl

rned towards me. They weren't smiling anymore. They were pity

nto him, a soft, possessive gesture. Her hand rested on her visibly rounded belly. Hi

y child, all stolen. My vision of our future, my dream of opening our restauran

og. "Is it true? Is Senator-elect Grimes leaving you

ened when they met mine. A flicker of panic crossed his face. He looked

eat bead on his forehead, the way his fingers curled into fists. He was trying

ny kitchen, promising a lifetime of shared dreams. That man was gone, replaced by this stranger, this calculating politician. The

My body felt like ice, but my mind was clearer than it had ever be

n the carpet. No one even noticed. My feet moved, one in front of the other. The crowd parted fo

he always wore for public appearances. My gaze bored into his. "And

. a misunderstanding. A political maneuver. I can explain everything." His eyes darted to t

his cheek with a resounding smack. The sound echoed in the sudden silence of the b

heek. His political mask had cracked, revealing a raw, star

mach. "My head... I feel dizzy." She swayed, leaning heavily into Andre, who instinctively put

th tears. Hot, stinging tears that streamed down my face. My body shook

hand outstretched. "Kyra,

y skin. The thought of his hands on me, afte

ntly to Andre. His eyes hardened. The brief moment of panic was gone, rep

hem are true." He paused, a masterful showman. "Casey and I have found love in the crucible of this campaign. We are expecting a child together, a beautiful new life that we both cherish." He paused again, then looked at me, a flicker of something unreadable in h

lders shaking with what pretended to be sobs

t our baby, Andre? The one growing inside me?" I clutched

ctive wall around him and Casey. He turned, his back to me, and walked off the stage,

urning eyes. The whispers started again, louder now, laced with scorn. "She lied? H

nst my knees. My chest felt like an empty cavity, my lungs struggling for a

He chose his ambition. And he chose to destroy me, publicly, to secure his fut

ing me up, dragging me off the stage, away from the flashing lights and the judgi

d his pregnant mistress. I, and the child I carried, were nothing but obstacles to b