Months had passed since Emma disappeared...
She sat quietly in a park, lost in thought, trying to convince herself that she had moved on from the past. But deep down, she knew she hadn't. Suddenly, her phone buzzed—an unexpected message from an unknown number. She frowned, then slowly opened it.
Unknown: I know you don't know me, and it doesn't matter how I got your number. But there's one thing you need to know... Victor is innocent. Everything that happened was part of a plan.
Her eyes widened, her heart clenched painfully. Her breath caught as if the air had suddenly vanished. She shut her phone quickly, but the tears came pouring down anyway. Could it be true? Had she wrongly blamed Victor?
After moments of silent sobbing, she wiped her tears and took a deep breath. No—she couldn't stay away any longer. She needed to know the truth... herself.
The next day, back in the city...
Emma finally arrived home. She didn't stop, didn't think—just left her bag in the car and headed straight to their old apartment.
Standing at the door, an eerie feeling washed over her. Slowly, she pressed her hand against the doorknob and pushed it open. Everything looked the same... but felt completely different. Like she no longer belonged.
She walked quietly inside, her eyes scanning every corner, as if reviving memories she had buried deep. When she reached the bedroom door, she hesitated... then gently opened it.
Victor lay on the bed, fast asleep. He didn't look like the man she remembered. He looked exhausted—worn down, as if sleep had long abandoned him. She stepped closer and sat at the edge of the bed, softly brushing her hand through his hair.
He stirred slightly, then slowly opened his eyes. For a moment, he just stared at her, as if questioning if she was real. In a weak, groggy voice, he muttered:
— "I wish... this was real."
Emma swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she whispered:
— "It is, Victor..."
Suddenly, he jolted upright as if struck by lightning. He looked at her in disbelief, then without a second thought, pulled her into his arms tightly, as though she might disappear again if he let go.
— "Emma... Emma... I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry..."
His words overflowed with pain and regret, but he didn't know that Emma was hurting just as much. Without warning, she pushed him away and screamed, pounding her fists against his chest:
— "Why didn't you explain?! Why didn't you tell me the truth?! Why did you let me live in that hell?!"
Victor stood frozen, unable to respond—his eyes filled with sorrow. Emma continued to collapse in front of him, screaming and sobbing until, overwhelmed by it all... she suddenly fainted into his arms.
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To be continued...
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