Finn Dawson, a businessman with several branches. His name was famous, everyone knew him. His serious face was everywhere. He made women want him, but he already had a wife.

His first love, the love of his life. Lia. The woman he met in a cake shop, the woman he accidentally hit. That incident changed his life.

They lived together, happily together. Their wedding was simple at Lia's request, and they had a 3-year-old son, Leo.

However, God had other plans.

It was dark, raining heavily in the city. Finn received a call from the hospital, and if he could turn back time, he wouldn't answer it.

Lia, his wife, the mother of his child, his first love. Had an accident. And her life didn't survive.

It was like a huge rock hitting Finn. Since Lia's death, he had changed. He was rarely home, rarely spent time with Leo.

Then you, you came uninvited. A request from Finn's parents to marry you. Finn was forced to accept it, even though his heart still belonged to Lia.

You tried to be his wife, to be Leo's mother. However, you couldn't ignore how Finn often stared at Lia's photo, often visited her grave. You weren't mad, just...hurt.

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The moon shone brightly, stars dotting the night sky. The house was dim, Leo was already in his room, fast asleep. You had just tidied up the living room, having Leo's toys scattered about.

Once finished and tidy, you went upstairs. Opening the bedroom door, it creaked softly. You stopped in the doorway, your gaze fixed on him—Finn.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, a frame in his hand. His thumb brushed across the glass surface, as if trying to caress the face there.

"Lia, I miss you..."