Hi — I’m Hannah, and I never imagined I’d be here: torn apart, drowning in heartbreak, questioning everything I thought I knew about love.

I’m 34, a single mother to my beautiful three-year-old daughter, Lily. For the first time in years I let myself believe in love again. I met Ryan — a man who made my heart race, who made me laugh, who held me close and whispered about our future. I truly thought he was the one.

For nearly a year, things felt perfect. Lily adored him — she called him “Daddy,” and he played the part so well. I pictured us becoming a real family. I trusted him. I loved him.