Sofia looked at me, confused. A cup of tea trembled in her hands. I waited until she set it down on the table.
“I know who you were talking to on the phone,” I said softly.
Her eyes widened. Her lips pressed together. She said nothing, but her silence spoke volumes.
“I called too,” I continued. “I heard his voice. I heard him calling for you.”
Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, but she pushed them back.
“He told me not to tell you,” she whispered. “He said it was complicated. That it was dangerous. But I couldn’t help but hear him.”
I stood up from the table, my blood running cold.
“Is he… alive?”
She nodded slowly. “We’ve met a few times. Always in discreet places. He showed me pictures. He said he loves you, that he wanted to come back, but something… something stopped him.”
My heart wanted to believe. My mind wanted answers.
I pulled out my phone. “You will call him. Now. Tell him you want to see him. And I will be there.”
When I saw him walk into the empty café, the air thinned. He had graying hair and deep wrinkles, but his eyes were still his. The same eyes that made me forget the world.
“You ruined my life,” I said.
He closed his eyes. “Not me. My mother. Diana.”
I froze.
“I had debts, legal problems. She arranged everything. Paid a doctor to declare me dead, invented an accident. Sent me to another city with a new identity. She told me you were better off without me. That you didn’t deserve to live with a loser.”
I felt the world crumble beneath me. “And you accepted that?”
“I was young. Scared. And weak. But every year, every day, I thought of you. Of her. I watched from afar. Until Sofia found me online. She searched for me. She felt.”
Tears flowed uncontrollably down my cheeks.
“And now?” I asked. “What do you want?”
He sighed. “To make right what can still be made right. If you let me.”
I looked at him for a long time. I had no answer. Not yet.
But for the first time in 18 years, I was no longer a widow.
I was a woman with a choice.
And this time, I wasn’t going to let someone else decide for me.
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