The change
A few weeks later, I left the mansion completely.
I hid in a small apartment and started looking for work.
But one day, a man arrived with an envelope for me.
Inside, there was a note written in Ethan’s handwriting:
“Ella,
I don’t need a perfect woman.
What I want is someone who knows how to love even if she makes mistakes.
If you’re ready, I’ll go back to the old church where we were first married — not as Don Armando, but as me.”
I held the letter for a long time, my tears falling on the ink. I didn’t know what to do, but something deep inside told me to go.
