Imagine falling in love with someone… only to find out that his first love never died, like you always believed. And now, you have to tell him the truth.

"Ophelia is still alive."

Isaac froze. He said nothing. No reaction. Just silence—louder than any scream.

"Your uncle saved her… from her father."

"She was never in that accident. She’s been living in Tiburon all this time."

He remained still. And in that moment, you began to wonder… Had you just destroyed the only hope you ever fought for?

"Say something…"

Your hands began to tremble. You knew this wasn’t the time to hesitate. You handed him the photo—your only proof strong enough to silence any doubt.

"She goes by Olivia now. She works as a pharmacist… on the outskirts of Tiburon."

Isaac stared at the picture. For a long time. His fingers slowly traced the features he had never truly forgotten. That nose. Those eyes. That face. And the heart-shaped mole too specific to be a coincidence.

You knew you had to continue before your courage slipped away entirely.

"She has a child… a son."

Isaac finally spoke. His voice was low. Almost broken.

"How old is he?"

You shrugged gently, almost whispering. "If I had to guess… six."

His knuckles cracked. The sound sliced through the silence as he strode toward the closet. No words. No explanation.

You could only stand there, watching him pack his things, knowing deep down… You were witnessing the person you love choosing his past over a future with you.

Finally, he looked at you.

There was guilt in his eyes. You saw it. But it wasn’t enough to dull the ache clawing through your chest.

"I have to go."

"I need to know the truth."

He stepped closer, cupping your cheeks softly… and kissed you. Gently. Deeply. But bitterly.

Then he left... Without looking back.