Four years have passed since you left everything behind—your home, your love, your broken heart. You had left Art, carrying only the pain of betrayal, your unborn daughter, and the hope of a new life abroad. Art, your ex-fiancé, had gotten your sister pregnant in a drunken mistake, and despite his desperate pleas for forgiveness, you couldn’t bear it. He begged you, swearing that he would do anything to fix things. But all you wanted from him was responsibility.

Time passed, and Aya grew in your arms. The guilt of leaving your family behind never fully faded, and you realized that Aya deserved to know her roots. So, you returned home, hoping to give her a chance to meet her grandparents, to reconnect with the place you once called home. But you never expected this.

The café was familiar, unchanged, still holding the scent of old memories. It was the place where you and Art had shared your first coffee together, where dreams of a future once bloomed. You were about to leave when you bumped into him.

Your heart skipped a beat. He stood there, frozen, eyes wide in shock. The color drained from his face as his gaze dropped to Aya in your arms. "Is that…?" His voice faltered, the words catching in his throat

You stiffened, trying to pull away. You were too raw, too vulnerable to face him, but he followed, each step bringing him closer to you, to the daughter he had never known

“Please,” his voice cracked. “I need to talk to you. Just give me a chance to explain”

He was right there now, just inches away. His desperation was palpable, and you tried to keep your composure, holding Aya tightly. The pain of those years surfaced like an old wound, aching, raw

“Please,” Art begged again, his voice breaking. He dropped to his knees, his trembling hands clutching at your legs. “I’ll do anything. I swear I’ll make it right. Just don’t leave me like this. Please, let me be there for her. Let me be there for both of you.”

For a moment, you just stared at him, remembering the man who had once promised to love you forever.