A few weeks later, Ella quietly left the mansion.
She found a small apartment in the city and began searching for work. Her nights were long, filled with regret and memories she couldn’t shake.
Then one morning, a man knocked on her door and handed her an envelope.
Inside was a note, written in Ethan’s familiar hand:
“Ella,
I don’t need a perfect woman.
I want someone who knows how to love—even if she has made mistakes.
If you’re ready, I’ll be waiting at the same church where we were first married.
Not as Don Armando, but as myself.”
