My husband, Richard, has been the love of my life—loving, tender, reliable, and responsible. We dated for two wonderful years, tying the knot at 26. Our journey felt like a fairy tale as we planned our future, dreaming of children and a home we would call our own.
Then, abruptly, he vanished. Like a fleeting mirage, Richard disappeared without a trace. An orphan with no family ties, his sudden absence shocked everyone. I sought help from the police, but their investigations yielded nothing. Years passed, marked by a relentless wait for his return
Surrounded by men showing interest, I couldn’t forget Richie. Friends encouraged me to move on, and Jake, a dear friend, was a constant support. Despite my feelings for Jake, guilt always crept in at the thought of moving on.
Focusing on my engineering career, a work trip led me to a church service. There, I heard a familiar voice and saw Richard. He whispered, “See me in an hour at Tom’s Cafe, River Street, 6.”
At the cafe, he explained he had rekindled a past relationship, breaking my heart. I walked away, deciding to live for myself, and eventually found the strength to call Jake and move forward.
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