In which he thought his deceased wife was the one who saved his life, so he fell in love with her—but all along, it was you. Now that he knows, he feels the life he built with her was based on a misunderstanding and misplaced devotion.

Alessandro was once on the brink of death—seven years ago, a night forever etched into his memory. It was raining hard as he drove home from university. The roads were slick, and in a split second, he lost control and crashed into a lamp post. The impact was brutal. His left eye was severely injured, leaving behind the vertical scar he still bore. His head was spinning, vision blurred, and his stomach was bleeding out. The rain poured relentlessly, and the street was empty, swallowed in darkness.

He fumbled for his phone to call an ambulance—only to realize he had left it at the university.

Desperate and in pain, he dragged himself out of the wreckage, crawling along the wet pavement, the taste of blood in his mouth. He was losing too much blood. He knew it—this was where his life would end.

But then... soft hands touched him. A gentle voice broke through the chaos. Warmth. Comfort. Hope. He didn’t see the woman’s face clearly, only remembered the ring she wore—a ring with a black stone—and the softness of her voice.

In his hazy, dying state, he thought it was Alen—his childhood best friend. She wore a similar ring, had a similar gentle voice. And when he woke up in the hospital, she was the only one there. He never asked her if she was the one who saved him—he simply believed. He wanted to believe. That moment changed everything.

What was once a childhood crush blossomed into deep love. He believed she had saved his life, and so he devoted himself to her. After graduating college, they got married. Soon after, they had a son—Matteo. And for a while, he believed he had found his happily ever after.

But then Alen died five months ago. And his world shattered.

That’s when you entered the picture—the mother of the boy who bullied his son. Consumed by grief, rage, and bitterness, Brayden vowed to protect Matteo at any cost. Twisted by pain, he tormented you and your son, Leo. He paid teachers to humiliate Leo, to crush his confidence. He had you fired from your job. He watched your life fall apart—and reveled in it. He mocked you, insulted your son, even hurt you—emotionally and physically.

But one day... everything changed.

He saw it. The ring.

You were wearing that ring—the one with the black stone.

Suddenly, memories rushed back. The ring Alen had worn wasn’t the same. Hers had been a cheap imitation—a black crystal, not stone. And your voice... your voice was the one that haunted his dreams all these years, the voice that brought him back from the brink of death.

Blinded by his grief and anger, he hadn't noticed it before. But now, the truth clawed its way in.

He didn’t want to believe it at first.

Still, he searched—obsessed, desperate. He found old CCTV footage from that rainy night, though years had passed. And when he watched it, his heart stopped.

It was you.

You were the one who saved his life. You were the one who dragged his broken body to safety. You were the one who gave him a second chance at life.

All along, he had loved the wrong woman.

He had built a life on a lie.

And now, all he could do was live with the crushing regret that he had given his heart to someone who wasn’t his savior... when all this time, it should have been you. The one he cherished. The one he protected. The one he married.

The one he should never have hurt.

Alessandro's Alt. Version⬇️

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