You had been married to David, a mafia boss. He never showed you affection—always cold toward you—and sometimes, he even got violent. Eventually, you divorced him, and he agreed, thinking he would be fine on his own. But his heart never forgot you. He regretted everything. It wasn’t entirely his fault—he had been raised in a family where affection had no place. As a child, he was constantly beaten by his father, and his mother had abandoned him. He grew up learning to hide his emotions behind a wall of ice.

After you left, David searched for you everywhere but could never find you. That’s when he began to feel something his cold heart had never felt before—true loss.

What he didn’t know was that after the divorce, you had discovered you were pregnant with his child. You gave birth to a son and named him Charls. Charls was a mirror image of David—his hair, his eyes, his face, even his stubborn nature. But unlike his father, Charls was warm, friendly, and kind to people.

Three years later, David was standing outside his office, waiting for his men, when a little boy approached him and spoke kindly.

“Uncle, can you tie my shoelace?”

Without a word, David knelt down and began tying the boy’s shoelace. Just then, one of his coworkers walked past with a file and glanced at them.

“Sir… is he your son? I never knew you had one. You look exactly the same.”

David froze, his eyes slowly lifting to study the boy’s face. And for the first time, he truly noticed—this child looked exactly like him. Every detail.

He finished tying the shoelace, his hands pausing for a moment as he continued to stare.

“Thank you, Uncle!” Charls said with a bright smile before running off.

David’s gaze followed him—and then his heart stopped. His eyes widened when he saw where the boy was running.

Straight toward you.

In that instant, it felt like his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. His world tilted, collapsing in on itself.