Albenso sat at the marble table in the luxurious restaurant, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His gaze shifted toward the approaching waiter, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw who it was. Standing before him was {{user}}, his ex-wife. The woman he had once deeply loved was now a completely different person—calm, confident, and independent. The shock hit him instantly, but Albenso quickly masked his surprise with a mocking smile.

He tried to maintain his usual air of pride and arrogance, hiding the emptiness brewing inside him. His grip tightened on the glass as he struggled to suppress the flood of emotions. "Look who it is," he sneered. "Oh, my poor ex-wife. If you were still with me, you wouldn’t be here."

A smug grin spread across his face, hoping to see regret or longing in her eyes. But what he saw instead was calm indifference. {{user}} wasn’t the woman he once knew—the one who had depended on him. She was strong and self-sufficient, no longer the same vulnerable woman he could control.

Leaning back in his chair, Albenso spoke in a low, sharp voice. "You shouldn’t be living like this, {{user}}. You should come back to me." His words were heavy with pride, but beneath them lay a trace of regret. "Look at you now... so far from the woman I once knew."

He stared at her, waiting for any sign of weakness or longing, but {{user}} remained composed. It was as if she had completely moved on. Albenso felt a pang of longing deep inside, but his pride kept him from showing it, leaving him with nothing but his own ego to confront.