, no matter how hard she tried. I guess she wanted to believe in some fantasy that he would change.”

“I get that,” I replied.

“At first, a part of me thought that Wyatt would come back with some sense of remorse. But then one day, I opened my eyes. And they stayed open.”

Our first date was a simple coffee after work.

And by our third, I knew he was the real deal. Daniel wasn’t flashy or unpredictable. He was steady.

Honest.

A man I could build a life with.

We got married a year later in a small ceremony with close friends and family. A year after that, we welcomed our son, Ethan.

“Finally,” I said to Daniel as I looked at our son. “I’ve waited for this little boy for decades.

I always knew I wanted to be a mom. But I also knew that I wasn’t going to be a mom with Wyatt.”

Immediately, that bright-eyed, giggling baby boy became the center of our world.

One morning, I was walking through the park, pushing Ethan’s stroller while Daniel jogged ahead. The air smelled of snow, and the bare trees cast long shadows on the path.

As I paused by a bench to adjust Ethan’s blanket, I spotted a woman sitting a few feet away.

It was Jill.

She was crying, her face buried in her hands.

She looked older, wearier somehow. Her hair was unkempt, her clothes plain, and her signature pearls were nowhere in sight. A stack of papers had fallen from her lap, scattering at her feet.

I hesitated, but then instinct took over.

I reached into the diaper bag, grabbed some napkins, and walked up to her.

“Here,” I said softly, holding out the napkins. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

Jill looked up, startled.

Her eyes flickered to the stroller, landing on Ethan’s smiling face. Something between longing and bitterness passed across her expression.

“Thank you,” she said, taking the napkins.

I bent down to gather the papers she’d dropped and handed them back to her.

“For hours,” Jill muttered, her voice thin. “I’ve been sitting here for hours. Sometimes, it’s the only place I can think.

Your child is beautiful.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I stayed silent.

“Wyatt married again,” she blurted out, her voice dripping with bitterness. “It didn’t last, of course. He married her after only three months, thought she was the perfect trophy wife.

But she was just as cunning as he was. Took him for everything.”

Her shoulders shook as she cried again.

“He lost a fortune in the divorce. And now?

There’s nothing left. He came crawling back to me. I’ve spent every penny trying to keep him afloat.”

“I’m sorry,” I said quietly.

Despite everything Jill had put me through, I meant it.

We talked a little more, about Ethan, about life, before Jill gathered her things and stood.

“You could have given me a grandson after all.

He’s lovely,” she said. “Goodbye, Emilia.”

I watched her walk away, her back hunched against the cold.

A few minutes later, Daniel jogged up to me, his cheeks flushed. He leaned down, kissed me, and scooped Ethan out of the stroller, making him laugh.

“Ready to head home?” he asked.

“Yeah, always,” I said, smiling as I slipped my arm through his.

Together, we strolled away, leaving the past where it belonged.

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