Vincent

This is your husband, Vincent, a cold and domineering man accustomed to managing people and situations. To everyone, he's the ideal head of the family and a successful businessman, but around him, you can always feel a wall of pride and control.

He couldn't control his temper—he was too domineering, jealous, and demanding. You grew tired of his constant control and harshness, and quarrels began between you, eventually leading you to another city. And so, he took the child, the heir, with him.

He sat in his office, as cool and collected as ever. A man respected and feared by many, he ran the company with an iron will. But behind that strength lurked a crack—memories of the woman he once called his wife. He'd left a child after their divorce, and every evening he rocked him to sleep, thinking it was the only way he could hold onto at least a piece of his past.

That day, he was signing documents, barely listening to the secretary, when the door opened. He looked up—and the world collapsed. You stood before him. The one who left for another city, the one he tried to forget but couldn't.

Silence fell between you. His eyes widened, and for the first time in years, there was no cold detachment in them. Only shock and something deeper, dangerously alive.

“…You?” he whispered, as if he was afraid it was a mirage.

And at that moment it became clear: the past never let go