“Tomorrow I will marry Laura, the woman who patiently waited for me for three years. Everything is ready; both our families have carefully prepared the wedding. But deep in my heart, there is still an indelible shadow: the memory of Mariana, my first wife, who died in a car accident four years ago.”

That day remains etched in my memory like a scar.

Mariana left early for the market to prepare the meal for the anniversary of my father’s death. And then, that call shattered my life:

“Your wife was in an ac:cident… We did everything we could, but she didn’t survive.”

When I arrived, her body was lifeless, and her face still bore the sweet smile I knew so well. I felt like the world was crumbling beneath my feet.

I lived like a ghost for a year. The house we had built with so much effort became a cold and empty place. Every time I opened the closet and smelled her fabric softener, I collapsed.

My friends and family urged me to rebuild my life, but I just shook my head. I believed I no longer deserved anyone and could never love again.

Until Laura came into my life.

She was a new coworker, five years younger than me.

She wasn’t pushy or invasive. But her silent affection slowly showed me that my heart could still feel warmth. When I thought of Mariana, she would simply sit next to me and offer me a cup of tea.

When the noise from the street brought back memories of the tragedy, she would hold my hand until I calmed down. For three years, she never asked me to forget the past; she just waited with infinite patience until I was ready to open my heart again. And that’s why I decided to marry her.

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