About this Book

I used to believe that love was unbreakable, and that no mistake could shatter the bond between parents and their child. But that was before the night that changed everything—the night my one decision unraveled the fabric of my family. It was a small lie at first, the kind told to keep the peace. I never imagined it would grow, feeding on fear and guilt, until it became too big to contain. When the truth finally clawed its way to the surface, it was too late. Trust had been replaced by suspicion, love by silence. My parents stopped looking at me the same way. Their eyes, once warm and full of pride, turned cold and distant. Conversations became clipped, meals eaten in heavy silence. Home was no longer a place of comfort but a battlefield of unspoken words and stolen glances. I thought time would heal the wound, that they would forgive me eventually. But time only deepened the divide. The longer we pretended everything was normal, the more broken we became. Then came the night—the turning point. The night I heard them arguing behind closed doors, their voices cracking under the weight of disappointment. My name hung heavy in the air, a ghost haunting the spaces between them. That was the moment I realized I had lost more than their trust. I had lost them. I stood outside their door, my heart pounding, my body frozen. I wanted to go in, to beg for forgiveness, to promise I would fix everything. But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I could only listen as my world fell apart. That was the night I understood the truth. Sometimes, one mistake is all it takes. And sometimes, the turning point is the moment you realize there’s no turning back.