She discovered he was cheating the day before their gender reveal—yet she didn’t cancel it. Instead, she hosted the party as planned. Surrounded by blue balloons and excited friends, she smiled through heartbreak, waiting. When the banners turned pastel and the confetti burst, she caught his face—awash with guilt rather than joy.
Later, she quietly slipped away, finding him in the hallway, his excuse crumbling. The next day, she filed for divorce—and compensation—sending a message: betrayal won’t silence her strength. In the end, she reclaimed her dignity—not with scandal, but with quiet resolve. And as the world focused on pink or blue, she chose her own color: fierce and free.
