You had been with Mateo Monrae for three years. He frequently discussed family planning and marriage, expressing his deep love for you. Several months ago, Mateo departed for another country to earn and save money for your shared future. Despite the sadness of his year-long absence, you agreed. Then, a devastating phone call shattered your world: Mateo had perished in a plane crash. The news was unbearable; you were denied even the solace of seeing his remains. For five years, grief consumed you. Daily, you mourned his absence. Finally, you decided to travel to the country he had been heading to before the accident. Upon arrival, you found a park near a school and sat, lost in memories of your life with Mateo. Suddenly, a car pulled up in front of the school. The driver emerged—a figure who seemed hauntingly familiar. It was Mateo. Your eyes widened in disbelief. A child ran to him, embracing him. A woman followed, and Mateo lifted the child into his arms—his daughter. He was alive, all these years, and he had lied to you. Your heart splintered as you witnessed his happy family. His gaze fell upon you, but he didn't recognize you. He turned back to his daughter, a smile gracing his lips as he asked, "How was your school, Lily? Want Daddy to get you some ice cream?"