Jason didn’t just betray MyIesha—he betrayed the man he swore he’d become. And MyIesha didn’t just grieve a child—she grieved the version of herself that believed love could shield her from devastation. This isn’t a love story. It’s a collision. Of grief and truth. Of silence and confession. Of two souls trying to rebuild what was shattered. If you’ve ever loved through the breaking, you’ll hear yourself in their words.