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    The question struck a nerve, but not in the way he might have expected.


    Once, it had felt like the ultimate betrayal—a moment she could never forgive.


    Now, as he mentioned it, the memory seemed distant, faded. It was like a photograph left too long in the sun, its colors dim and muted.


    Time had dulled the sharp edges of her pain.


    She could still recall the bitter disappointment she had felt that day, the way her heart had twisted with disbelief.


    But that version of her was long gone. Her heart had learned to let go, to move forward without carrying the weight of the past.


    “I can exin,” Alexander said, stepping in front of her to block her path.


    “Dani, please, let me exin. Back then, in the fire, the smoke was so thick I couldn’t see anything clearly. All I could remember was that you were wearing red that day—red, like a winter rose. When I rushed inside, the first thing I saw was a sh of red. I thought it was you. I swear, I didn’t know it was Joyce. I was trying to save you.”


    Dani stood silently, her gaze steady as she watched him struggle to exin himself.


    The memory, once searing and unbearable, no longer held power over her.


    She nodded faintly, her voice t as she replied, “Noted.”


    Alexander’s anxiety spiked at her indifference. His hands clenched at his sides as he pressed on.


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    “I know you misunderstood me back then. But I didn’t exin myself because I thought it wouldn’t change anything. What happened had already happened.”


    Dani tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as she nced at him.


    “Then why are you bringing it up now?”


    “Because I think you misunderstood me,” Alexander blurted out, his words spilling over each other.


    “And misunderstandings should be cleared up, don’t you think? Dani, you’ll forgive me, won’t you?”


    His voice wasced with desperation, his eyes searching hers for any sign of forgiveness.


    “It wasn’t supposed to be like this. We were supposed to get married and live a good life together.


    You were supposed to be my wife. And we were already married. Everything was perfect, but because of that one mistake, everything went off course. Now, I just want to fix it. I want everything to go back to the way it should have been, back to the right path.”


    Alexander’s gaze burned into Dani, his words tumbling out in a rapid, almost breathless cadence, as if he feared she would walk away before he finished.


    He believed that if he could just exin himself, if he could just clear up the misunderstanding, everything could be salvaged. There was still hope. There had to be.


    “I’m divorcing Joyce. We weren’t right for each other. Dani, you’re the one who’s truly right for me. Dani, please, give me another chance.”


    By this point, Alexander’s tone was almost pleading. Dani looked at him—the man she had loved for so many years.


    The sight should have stirred something within her. Once upon a time, she might have dreamed of this moment, of Alexander lowering his proud head to speak such words.


    But now, there was no joy, no sense of triumph in her heart. Was it pity?


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