Unbroken

Chapter 1

I stood on the front porch of my small suburban home, staring out at the quiet street as the late afternoon sun dipped lower in the sky. The day was beautiful—one of those perfect, cloudless days that would normally lift my spirits. But today, nothing could shake the heaviness in my heart. In my hand, I clutched the envelope that had arrived that morning, its weight far greater than the paper it was made of. My ex-husband’s handwriting on the front glared back at me, a reminder of everything I had lost, everything I was trying to leave behind.

I hadn’t planned on opening it. What was the point? I already knew what it would say. But some masochistic impulse had driven me to tear it open, to let his words seep into my consciousness and twist the knife a little deeper.

**"Dear Sophia,

I know I don’t deserve forgiveness, but I want you to know I’m sorry. I was selfish and careless and ruined everything we had. Please know that if I could go back, I would. I hope you can find it in your heart to move on and be happy.

- Jason"**

His words were hollow, as meaningless as the vows he’d broken. I crumpled the letter in my fist, my anger and pain crashing over me in waves. How dare he think an apology could make any of this better? How dare he even try? I had been so naïve, so stupid to believe that love would be enough, that it could save us from the harsh realities of life. But it hadn’t. Instead, it had crumbled like a house of cards, and I was left to pick up the pieces.

I turned toward the trash can, ready to throw the letter away and be done with it, but before I could take a step, a wave of nausea hit me, sharp and sudden. I barely made it inside that room, clutching the sink as I fought to keep my stomach from turning inside out. When the nausea finally passed, I sank to the floor, my breath coming in ragged gasps. This wasn’t the first time I’d felt sick like this, but I’d chalked it up to stress, to the emotional toll of the divorce.

But as I sat there on the cool tile, a thought crept into my mind—one I didn’t want to entertain, but couldn’t ignore. My heart began to race, and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead. No. It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t. I hadn’t been with anyone since Jason. How could I possibly be…?

I forced myself to stand, my legs trembling beneath me as I stumbled out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. My hands shook as I grabbed my phone and dialled my doctor, each ring echoing in my ears like a countdown.

The hours that followed blurred together—sitting in the waiting room at the clinic, the sterile smell of antiseptic, the nurse’s calm, and routine questions. Everything felt distant like I was watching what happened to someone else. When the doctor finally came in with the results, his expression was kind, but I could see the seriousness in his eyes.

“Sophia, you’re pregnant.”

The room spun around me, and I gripped the edge of the examination table, trying to keep from falling into the abyss that had suddenly opened up beneath me. Pregnant. I could barely breathe, the word pounding in my head like a drumbeat. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not now. Not like this.

The doctor kept talking, explaining my options in that calm, professional tone, but I could hardly hear him. My mind was racing, spinning out of control. Pregnant. Jason’s baby. The child of the man who had broken my heart and destroyed our marriage. How could I possibly raise a child alone? How could I bring a baby into this world when everything I had believed in had been shattered?

Somehow, I managed to drive home, though I had no memory of getting into my car or navigating the familiar streets. When I finally parked in the driveway, I just sat there, staring at the front door as if it belonged to someone else’s house. Everything felt foreign, strange. How could my life have changed so completely in just a few hours?

Eventually, I forced myself out of the car and walked inside, collapsing onto the couch in the living room. My hands rested on my stomach, flat and unchanged, but I knew that beneath the surface, everything was different. There was a life growing inside me—innocent, fragile, and completely dependent on me. I had always wanted to be a mother and had dreamed about it for years, but this wasn’t how I imagined it. Not alone, not with my heart still bleeding from the wounds Jason had inflicted.

I knew I had decisions to make, and quickly. But the weight of it all pressed down on me, suffocating me with fear and doubt. Could I do this? Could I be strong enough to give this baby the love and stability it deserved? I tried to picture a future where I raised this child on my own, where I built a new life from the ashes of my old one. But the image was blurry and uncertain, and it terrified me.

As night fell, the house grew dark and silent, wrapping around me like a shroud. I sat there for hours, unmoving, my thoughts spiralling in every direction. But beneath the fear, beneath the doubt, I felt something else begin to stir. A small spark of resolve, a tiny flame of determination. This baby, no matter how it came to be, was a part of me. And I would do whatever it took to protect it, to give it a life filled with love and safety.

It wouldn’t be easy. I knew that. But I had faced challenges before, and I had survived. I could survive this too. I had to—for myself, and for the baby that now depended on me.

With a deep breath, I pushed myself up from the couch and walked to the window. The moonlight bathed the street in a soft, silver glow, and as I looked out into the night, I made a silent promise to the life growing inside me. No matter what happened, no matter how hard things got, I would be there. I would be strong. I would love this child with everything I had.

And maybe, just maybe, this unexpected twist in my life’s story would lead me to a place of healing, hope, and new beginnings.

As I stood there, a tear slipped down my cheek, followed by another, and then another. But these weren’t just tears of sorrow; they were tears of release, of letting go of the past and stepping into an uncertain future.