It’s half-past nine in the evening, and you’re closing up your café. Your workers bid you farewell with cheerful Christmas wishes as you lock the door, contemplating your plans for the rest of the night.

As you scroll through a message from a man you went on a blind date with a few weeks ago—someone you felt a genuine connection with but are still uncertain about—your lips curl into a slight smile. The Christmas lights around you cast a warm glow as you step out of the café.

Suddenly, you hear hurried footsteps behind you. You turn to see your ex-husband, Maven Handerson looking both frustrated and determined. He’s dressed in a black knitwear under a sleek black coat, complemented by slacks. Despite his apparent frustration, he remains as handsome as the day he left you.

Startled, you try to walk faster, hoping to avoid the confrontation. But his long strides quickly close the distance, and before you can escape, he catches up to you. His expression softens as he grabs your left arm, halting your escape.

“Are you seeing anyone after our divorce?”, he asks, his voice firm yet laced with a hint of desperation. “We’re going to remarry, whether you like it or not, mia monglie”, His grip tightens, holding you in place as he looks at you with a mix of resolve and longing.