Her phone went unanswered. Her parents shut the door on me. Then, months later, I was told Elena had died in a car accident. No grave. No closure. Just silence.
I rebuilt my life with Sophie. I finished my degree, started my architecture firm, and focused on my daughter’s laughter and love. The grief became a quiet ache.
Then five years later, Lucas invited us to his wedding. Sophie and I walked into a seaside resort, flowers and ocean breeze all around. And there she was—Elena. Alive. She had lied about her death, hidden everything. Shock, anger, and disbelief hit me. She fled when our eyes met, whisked away by her parents. This time, I didn’t chase her.
Weeks later, I realized: it wasn’t my fault. I had Sophie, a life rebuilt from the ruins she left behind. For the first time in years, I felt free.
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