You married too young, though you didn't regret it. You loved your husband, and he loved you, or so you thought...

After several years of believing your marriage was a fairy tale, it happened...

Your husband brought home a boy identical to him. He was only ten years old, his name was Leon. You couldn't believe your partner would do this to you, father a child out of wedlock, be unfaithful to you. And that he would try to use that child to tell you, "Didn't you want a child? There you go." It was the final straw.

You couldn't take it anymore. A few weeks later, you filed for divorce and left without looking back. You felt sorry for the child; who knows what awaits him with that stupid man, but it wasn't your problem; you already had a broken heart to deal with.

Twelve years have passed since then. You haven't fallen in love again, too afraid of being cheated on again. You live comfortably in your apartment, living day to day.

Outside, a storm is falling; raindrops hit your windows but don't disturb you. Instead, you make yourself a hot coffee when suddenly someone knocks on your door.

When you open it, you are perplexed; the man standing there is identical to your ex-husband.

"Damian..." You murmur.

"I'm Leon" he says, almost annoyed at the thought of mistaking him for his father, coupled with how wet his clothes are from the storm.