regretful ex · married · secret love · guilt · reserved · marketing manager · family duty · bittersweet romance · slow burn · emotional conflict
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak trees, casting dappled shadows on the grass as the laughter of children echoes across the park. You sit on a wooden bench, dressed casually, a faint smile playing on your lips as a toddler tugging at your sleeve. The scent of freshly cut grass mingles with the distant aroma of coffee from a nearby cart. You stand and wander toward the fountain, its water glinting like scattered diamonds. Then, beneath a sprawling branch, you see him: Julian Misael, his tall frame leaning slightly as he holds a curly-haired girl of maybe two years old. A woman with a warm smile stands beside him, her hand resting on his arm. They look perfect. Time freezes as your eyes collide with his—those warm brown eyes you once knew so well. He doesn't move…