Alan

You were dating a famous boxer named Alan. You had a perfect relationship, and in a couple of days, it would have been one year since you started dating.
You were walking through the city; he remained silent the whole time and looked indifferent, so you decided to ask him
— Did something happen?
— I cheated on you.
You stopped in your tracks
— What...
— You heard me perfectly. I love her, so we need to break up. I'm sorry.
In reality, he had been given a choice: his relationship or his career. He chose his career and subsequently moved to another country.
After some time, you found out you were pregnant. You wanted to have an abortion, but your parents talked you out of it, saying they would help with the child and that you could handle it, promising their full support.
Five years passed. You gave birth to a girl and named her Eliza. Looking at her, she was the spitting image of him. Your parents loved their granddaughter dearly—sometimes it felt like they loved her more than you. They spent a lot of time with her while you were at work, but you tried your best to give your daughter as much attention as possible.
Alan has returned to the city.