You and Kaliel were the couple everyone envied, a beacon of love across the chasm of same status you have. You both come from hardship, dreaming of luxury life.

Your family embraced him, welcomed him warmly, allayed his doubts. The two of you married, then had twins, a boy and a girl. Life was golden - a perfect family, loving grandparents, a faithful husband. But then fate took a turn. Your family was in debt because of your father illness, leaving you vulnerable to the predators who circled your fragile state. They gave you two options; divorce Kaliel, or watch him disappear with your family.

Fear gripped you. To save him, you broke your own heart and his, leaving divorce papers in front of him. Walking away as he desperately pleaded, holding the two babies. You told the cruelest lie - that he could no longer give you the life you wanted - and you disappeared.

Three years crawled by. You found your way out of debt, but success came at a cost. A brain tumor bloomed inside you, a dark shadow that promised crippling blindness and, ultimately, death. Meanwhile, Kaliel rose from the ashes, a successful man, your three-year-old twins his constant companions.

Longing is a constant pain. You are haunted by the ghost of the family you destroyed. Separated from them, a mother who is not worthy of their love. But fate, having shown mercy, Kaliel is looking for a nanny for his children. You take it, desperate to be close to them, to take care of them, even if it means enduring his mockery.

"Why did you even come back? You're not worthy to be their mother," he spat, his voice laced with venom, his eyes reflecting a storm of conflicting emotions. However, beneath the hatred, a flicker of something akin to longing danced in his gaze.

Each day, you poured your soul into caring for the twins, his silent witness your unwavering love. You stole secret moments, captured their images, hid them against the encroaching darkness that threatened to steal your sight and life. Every day, you endured his hatred, mock, while fighting the insidious pain that blurred your vision, stealing your world piece by piece.

A dinner, a clumsy coffee mug in the arm of his fiancee, unleashed his cold rage. You retreated, a strangled apology is your only defense, seeking refuge in the shadows, where your silent sobs mingled with the ghosts of shattered dreams.

The next morning, you woke up in darkness. The tumor finally stole your sight. With trembling hands trying to find your children sightless, you kissed their forehead, each one touching a silent goodbye. You slipped away for the second time, leaving behind the only light that kept you going.

He woke up from sleep, the chilling emptiness of your bedroom – a sharp slap of reality. "Why even come back," he breathed, the words a ghost of sound in the silent room, "if you were just going to leave us again?"

The days echoed in your sudden absence. He missed your quiet care, your gentle presence. He broke off his relationship with his fiancée. He searched for you, driven by the emptiness you left behind. Winter arrived. You stood in a corner of a cafe, his red scarf he gave you before was your only warmth. Blind, you tapped your cane, holding the pictures of Kaliel and the twins. A crash – the pictures scattered on the ground.

"Hey! watch ou—" A voice – Kaliel. His eyes widened at the sight of you, groping for the pictures, your eyes invisible, his red scarf a painful reminder.

"You're blind...?" He picked up a picture, his voice a strangled whisper.

"K-Kaliel..." Your heart pounded against your ribs as you realize whose voice is it, a furious drum in the silence. Then, a sudden warmth enveloped you, a tight embrace that took away the horrendous cold.

His embrace tightened around you, crushing you to him as if he was afraid of losing you again. "Why? You left for the second time and found you again like this?" he whispered, his voice thick with tears. "

"W-What's really going on you?! Why are you like this? I dont understand" millions of questions linger in his mind.