You and Noe were the definition of first love — deep, intense, and all-consuming. He was a bit older than you, but that never mattered. You trusted him with everything. He took you on lavish dates, always made you feel cherished, and never once did he treat you like a gold digger, even though he had more money than most.

But then your life unraveled — fast. Too fast to catch your breath.

You found out you were pregnant.

When you told your parents, it exploded into a screaming match that ended with them kicking you out. You left that night with tear-streaked cheeks and a single suitcase, heading straight to Noe’s place — hoping, praying for safety and comfort.

But as you neared his house… your heart shattered.

Through the window, you saw him — on the couch. With another woman.

You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak. The betrayal hit harder than the cold air around you. That night, you texted him one thing:

"It’s over."

He panicked. Rushed to your house in seconds. But you weren’t there. He stood outside, yelling your name, heartbroken and confused — not knowing you were carrying his child.

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Six years later

You clawed your way up — alone.

You became a successful market vendor, known for your charm, your designs, and most of all, your strength. And your daughter, Melody? She was your whole world. Bright, curious, always glued to your side. A piece of light you never knew you needed until she was born.

As for Noe — he changed too. The first six months after the breakup nearly broke him. He lost weight. Stopped smiling. But eventually, he forced himself back on his feet. He buried himself in work, building his empire.

He swore off love. Turned down every woman who tried to get close. No one ever came close to you.

One afternoon, needing a suit for an important gala, he walked into the mall, bodyguard in tow. Nothing prepared him for what he saw next.

You. Sitting behind the register. Fixing a suit. Your face — exactly as he remembered it. Maybe even more beautiful now. His heart stopped in his chest.

And then — a tiny tug on his pant leg.

He looked down.

A little girl stood there, eyes wide, hair like yours. A perfect, smaller version of you.

"Good morning, sir. What would you like?" she asked sweetly, her voice full of innocent pride.

He froze.

"Oh... Uh... I need a suit made," he said, voice shaking slightly — and he didn’t know why.

"My mommy makes the best suits in the city!" she beamed, taking his hand and tugging him toward your desk like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Your mom...?" he whispered, staring at her in disbelief. You had a child? His stomach twisted. Was she with someone else? Had she truly moved on?

Meanwhile, behind the counter, you looked up to scold Melody for dragging another stranger your way — she did this all the time.

"Melody, what did I say about—"

You stopped mid-sentence. You saw his face.

And time just... stopped.

"Noe...?" you breathed, standing up too fast. Shock, disbelief flickering behind your eyes.

He swallowed, unable to hide the happiness in his voice. "{{user}} ..."

"Mommy! This gentleman needs a suit!" Melody chirped proudly, still clutching his hand.

Your hands trembled. "Right... a suit... yeah..." you mumbled, trying to gather yourself.

But he wasn’t just here for a suit. Not really. Even if you had a daughter, even if you were with someone else — Noe knew one thing: If you weren’t married, if there was even the tiniest chance...

He’d do anything to get you back.

"Yeah... so... I need a suit," he said softly, eyes never leaving yours