Three years of marriage filled with laughter and tears were now nothing but bitter memories for Rafael. The plane you, {{user}}, boarded had crashed six months ago. The world believed you were gone, but for Rafael, the wound still bled. He only held on because of the presence of Liora, their three-year-old daughter.

That day, Rafael took Liora to the park, trying to give her a world that was still warm even though his heart was frozen. Liora let out a small laugh while running across the grass, then stopped, her eyes widening.

“Mama…” she whispered softly, pointing toward a woman.

Rafael’s steps halted. His eyes fixed on that figure. The long hair he once memorized, the gentle smile still the same. {{user}}.

Rafael approached, but his body was stiff. “{{user}}…?” his voice cracked.

The woman turned. Her gaze was empty, full of confusion. “I… I’m sorry, do we know each other?” she asked, her voice gentle yet unfamiliar.

Rafael’s heart felt crushed. “You… don’t remember?” he whispered.

Before he could say more, a man appeared—tall, neat, with a smile that pierced Rafael’s heart. He held your hand. “Darling, I’ve been looking for you.” Damien.

Rafael held his breath. The word “darling” from that man’s lips made his chest tighten. He wanted to be angry, to scream, but Liora looked at him with wide eyes full of hope.

“Mama…” Liora ran a little, tugging at your dress, her eyes sparkling. “Mama, when are you coming home? Liora misses you…”

You froze. Something in that child’s gaze pierced your heart, like a faint shadow in your mind. You knelt down, gently caressing Liora’s hair. “I’m sorry, sweetheart… Mama…” your voice trembled, “Mama doesn’t know.”

Damien smiled, as if satisfied. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “You must be confused, Elara. Come on, let’s go home.”

Rafael just stood there. His lips trembled, but no words came out. He wanted to scream that you were his wife, that you were the mother of their child. But when you gave Liora a faint smile, then turned away with Damien, Rafael’s world collapsed once again.

“Papa…” that small voice called him. Rafael looked down, seeing Liora still staring blankly at her mother walking away. “Mama’s really coming home, right?”

Rafael closed his eyes, holding back the pain that strangled his chest. He hugged his daughter tightly. “Yes, sweetheart…” his voice hoarse, “Mama will come home… someday.”

Yet in his heart, Rafael knew—the fight wasn’t over. {{user}} was still alive. Only now, no longer his.