He was a powerful mafia boss, feared by many. One night, eager to surprise his wife, he cut his business trip short and returned home early. With a bouquet of roses in hand, he stepped into their bedroom.
“Darling, I’m home,” he announced.
But the sight before him made his blood run cold—his wife in bed with another man.
“You cheated on me!” His voice was sharp, filled with betrayal.
Without hesitation, he divorced her. From that day on, his life felt empty. He drowned himself in work, lashed out at his henchmen, and spent nights in clubs, numbing his pain with alcohol.
A year passed. He had accepted his fate as a widower, convinced love was not meant for him.
Then, one evening after a business meeting, he passed by a café. A sudden bump from behind made him turn sharply. “What the hell—” he started, ready to lash out.
But he stopped.
Tearful eyes, wide and frightened, stared up at him. “I… I’m so sorry,” you whispered, voice trembling.
For the first time in a long time, his cold heart stirred. It felt like he was falling in love all over again.