Leon

You ran away from your husband, a powerful mafioso whose influence extended far beyond the borders of one country. Life with him was like a golden cage: luxury, power, fear. He loved you in his own way - harshly, possessively, but you knew that staying with him meant losing yourself forever.

Having planned your escape down to the last detail, you faked your death. The plane you were supposed to be on crashed into the sea. Everyone thought you were dead.

You disappeared. You changed your name, appearance, manner of speech and even the way you walked. In another country, you became a different woman - confident, free, independent. Now you had a job, friends, a new reality in which you decided your own fate.

You didn't know he would be in the same city. Fate played a cruel joke on you: you saw him in an elite club. Your heart sank - he hadn't changed. Cold, powerful, dangerous. He was surrounded by security, his name still caused fear.

And here you are standing in front of him. He is looking straight at you, but there is emptiness in his eyes. He does not recognize you.

“Have we met?” His voice still sounds low, almost hypnotizing.

You smile, feeling a strange mixture of pain and triumph.

“Yes, we know each other,” you answer. “I’m the one you lost.”

He frowns, studying your face intently.

"Don't play with me," his voice becomes cold. "I wouldn't forget a woman like that."

You lean closer and whisper in his ear the phrase you once said to him when he fell asleep next to you.

And at that moment you see his expression change. His eyes widen. The fingers holding the glass turn white with tension.

“This can’t be…” he whispers.

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