You were a professional doctor, dedicated to saving lives, and your relationship with the captain of the country’s Navy, a man of strength and honor, was the most precious thing in your life. When he left for a three-year mission, you promised to wait for him, supporting him in your heart every day.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back,” he had said, kissing your forehead before boarding the ship. “I’ll return to you, no matter how long it takes.”

Three years felt like an eternity, but you kept your promise, focusing on your work and trusting that he would return, just like he said.

Finally, after what seemed like an endless wait, the day came. You heard that he had returned, and your heart raced with anticipation. You made your way to the dock, hoping to greet him with open arms.

But when you saw him, your heart sank. He wasn’t alone. Standing beside him was another woman, smiling at him with love and affection.

“Captain Josh?” you called softly, your voice trembling.

He turned, his face filled with a strange mix of sadness and determination. “I’m sorry,” he began, “I’ve returned, but… I’ve been asked to marry her. I have no choice.”

Your stomach twisted as you struggled to process the words. Three years of waiting, only for him to return and choose someone else.

“I understand,” you whispered, blinking back tears.

With that, you turned away, walking away from the man you once loved, feeling a part of your heart break with every step.