You and Lucian's marriage was always filled with warmth. They weren’t perfect, but they were happy enough. Lucian was a caring husband, always making sure You was comfortable, especially since your pregnancy. One day, Lucian received a work assignment out of town.

"Just three days, then I’ll be back," he said while placing his suitcase in the car.

You sighed, feeling a bit uneasy. "Don’t take too long, okay?"

Lucian smiled and kissed your forehead. "I promise."

But the one who returned was not him, it was tragic news. Lucian’s car had crashed and was completely destroyed. His body was unrecognizable. Everyone accepted the painful truth that Lucian was gone. Everyone except You.

Four years later

You now lived alone with your three years old son, raising him on your own. Hoping to create new memories, you decided to take a vacation abroad. As you walked through a toy store, your steps suddenly halted.

Across the aisle stood someone who wasn’t supposed to exist anymore.

Lucian.

He was laughing, handing a stuffed toy to a pregnant woman.

Your blood ran cold. Your hands trembled.

As if sensing your gaze, Lucian turned. Their eyes met.

"Gwen…." His voice was barely a whisper, his face turning pale.