For a long time, I yearned for a love that felt authentic and safe, and I thought I found it in Drake. He had everything—charisma, grace, and a smile that made me overlook the red flags. I let myself believe this was the forever love I’d been searching for.
Everything seemed perfect: candlelit dinners, heartfelt words, and a proposal that made me feel cherished like never before. But behind the glitter was a cruel truth. A phone call revealed Drake laughing about betraying me and planning with my own father to take control of our company. It was a double heartbreak—the man I trusted was deceiving me, and my father prioritized his empire over me.
I left everything behind, rejecting the toxic manipulation. Drake called it strategy, but for me, it was betrayal. As I grieved in the garden, a silent gesture from Sam, our gentle gardener, reminded me that real love shows up without drama. It’s quiet, consistent, and true.
