As I packed to move in with Eric, my ex-husband Tom unexpectedly appeared. His disheveled look and sorrowful eyes brought back painful memories. “I need your help,” he admitted, revealing that the woman he left me for had died, leaving him with a daughter named Ava. “You have the heart for this,” he said, igniting a conflict within me about my past and future.
I reluctantly met Tom and Ava at a café. Holding Ava stirred long-buried feelings of motherhood. “Are you going to be my new mommy?” she asked innocently, tugging at my heart. Despite moments of joy, I sensed Tom’s desperation, raising doubts about his intentions.
One evening, alone in Tom’s home, I discovered documents revealing he sought my help for Ava’s inheritance, not out of love. “You were using me to secure Ava’s inheritance, weren’t you?” I confronted him, my heart breaking once more.
Determined to return to Eric, I tearfully left Ava, who clutched her dress with confusion. “You’ll always be special to me,” I whispered, knowing I needed to fight for the love I truly wanted.
