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"Rom, oh Rom, we’ve got twins!" sobbed Tanya down the phone. "They’re so tiny, just 5.5 pounds each, but they’re healthy—everything’s fine!"

"Bloody hell, the scan did say twins," Roman muttered. "Boys?"

"Yes, boys! They’re so beautiful!" Tears of joy streamed down the young mother’s face. At last, she was holding her babies in her arms.

Pregnancy hadn’t been easy for Tanya. For starters, the father, Roman, had initially been against having them. They worked together—she was an accountant at a small firm, he was a delivery driver. It wasn’t some grand love story—just two young people who saw each other often. Things just... happened. Especially since Roman had just split from his fiancée, Lydia, after catching her kissing his best mate, Alex, in his own car. The wedding was off, and Roman was looking for a distraction. Tanya, a naive 20-year-old fresh out college, happened to be in the right place at the right time.

She’d never been popular with men—bright ginger hair that stuck out in every direction, freckles all over her face, and a constant battle with her weight since school. Roman was her first proper boyfriend. Of course she fell head over heels.

At first, Roman kept their relationship quiet. He’d wait for her after work, they’d walk by the river or sit in the park—never in public. But in their small town, word got out. Soon, everyone was asking about him and the new accountant. To spite his ex, Roman played it up, boasting about his "passionate love" for Tanya. She believed every word, mistaking his act for the real thing.

Tanya lived with her aunt, a stern, unmarried woman who barely tolerated her. When the aunt found a positive pregnancy test, she saw her chance to finally get rid of her niece. She even tracked down Roman’s mum, Martha, at the local shop to drop the bombshell—Roman had no idea.

"Son, apparently you’ve got a fiancée!" Martha confronted him. "Thought you were still hung up on Lydia!"

"What fiancée? We’re just seeing each other—nothing serious!"

"Nothing serious? The whole town’s talking! And her aunt came round asking about wedding plans!"

Roman was floored. Tanya hadn’t told him. When he confronted her, she just whispered, "I was scared you wouldn’t want the baby."

Too late now. They married quietly—just a registry office and a dinner in his parents’ garden. Roman’s sister, Kate, sneered, "Honestly, trading Lydia for *her*?"

Tanya didn’t care. She was marrying the man she loved.

But Roman was distant. He barely touched her, stayed late at work, and when the twins—Charlie and Harry—arrived, he avoided them. Meanwhile, Lydia …
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It’s not age that transforms you,
it’s the heartbreaks, the betrayals, the lessons learned the hard way.
Life shapes you; time just arranges the pieces. 🌿

I was the toxic one.
Yeah, I admit it.
I kept fixing broken things,
believing in people who didn’t deserve a second chance.
I gave, and gave, and gave —
and got nothing real in return.

Then one day, I chose myself.
I stopped chasing, stopped explaining,
stopped saving everyone but me.
And just like that,
I became “the bad guy” in their stories.

Funny, isn’t it?
The moment you set boundaries,
you’re no longer kind — you’re “selfish.”
But that’s fine.
I’d rather be “selfish” than drained.