Evan’s resolve had been unwavering since his confrontation with Andrea. He had been determined to distance himself from the chaos she had unleashed on his life and, more painfully, on Marga’s. But the guilt gnawed at him relentlessly. Despite his efforts to move forward, he found himself revisiting the past, unable to shake the feeling that he needed to make things right with Marga.The drive to Marga’s province was long and winding, filled with introspective silence. Evan’s thoughts churned with the weight of his decisions and the devastation Andrea had wrought. As he navigated the rural roads, he wondered if he was making a mistake. Was he foolish to think that a fresh start might heal the wounds he had caused?When he finally arrived at Marga’s house, he was taken aback by the sight before him. The modest, once quaint home was surrounded by construction workers and machinery. Scaffolding had been erected, and there was a noticeable buzz of activity. The serene countryside that used

Inside the house, the atmosphere was quiet but charged with emotion. Marga led Evan to a small, cozy living room that had been thoughtfully decorated. They sat down, each lost in their own thoughts as they prepared to confront the past and discuss their future. Evan took a deep breath and began, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “Marga, I know I’ve said this before, but I want to say it again. I’m deeply sorry for the pain I caused you. I should have been there for you, and I failed to protect our relationship from the chaos that Andrea brought into our lives.” Marga listened attentively, her eyes reflecting the weight of his words. “I appreciate your apology, Evan. It’s been a long and difficult journey for me. I’ve had to rebuild my life from scratch, and it hasn’t been easy. But I’ve also learned a lot about myself and what I want for my future.” Evan nodded, understanding the depth of her struggles. “I can only imagine how challenging it must have been. I’ve been re

The afternoon sun filtered through the windows, casting warm rays onto the kitchen floor. After lunch, Marga and Evan cleared the table, their movements synchronized in a way that felt natural and comfortable. Marga's mom, still bubbling with energy, began preparing a fresh pitcher of lemonade, humming a cheerful tune. The house was filled with an infectious joy, one that seemed to seep into Evan's very being.“Evan,” Marga’s mother said with a grin, “why don’t you and Marga join me outside? I’m sure the men could use some supervision while they work.”Evan chuckled, wiping his hands on a towel. “Supervision or motivation?” he asked.Marga's mother winked. “Maybe a little of both.”Marga grabbed Evan’s hand, pulling him towards the door. “Come on, city boy,” she teased, “let’s see if you can handle a little sunshine and sawdust.”They stepped out onto the porch and were greeted by the sight of several men hard at work. Marga’s cousin, Javi, a stocky man with a broad smile, was at the

Evan grinned. “Okay, how about this,” he said, turning to Marga’s mom. “What’s the most embarrassing thing Marga has ever done?”Marga’s eyes widened. “Oh no, don’t you dare!” she warned.But her mother’s eyes lit up with mischief. “Oh, I have a story,” she said with a laugh. “When Marga was about six, she decided she wanted to be a superhero. She made a cape out of an old bedsheet and insisted on wearing it everywhere — even to the grocery store.”Marga groaned. “Mom!”Her mother continued, ignoring her daughter’s protests. “One day, she decided she could fly. She climbed up onto the roof of the garage, ready to jump off, but luckily, her father caught her just in time.”Evan laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “A superhero, huh?”Marga crossed her arms, trying to look indignant but failing to hide her smile. “I had dreams, okay?” she defended. “Big dreams.”Evan leaned in closer. “I’m sure you did,” he teased. “And I bet you still do.”Marga’s playful smile softened into som

Evan chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Marga, you’re not a distraction or an obstacle. You’re the reason I’m starting to see things differently. For years, I’ve been so caught up in my work, in my ambition… that I forgot what it feels like to really live. Being with you has reminded me of that. I don’t want to miss out on this… on us.”Marga felt a lump form in her throat, her emotions swirling like a storm inside her chest. “Evan…” she started, but he gently pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her.“Shh,” he whispered. “I’ve made up my mind. Let me do this, Marga. Let me have this time with you. I’ve spent so much of my life thinking about the next big deal, the next big move… but now, I want to think about us.”A tear slipped down Marga’s cheek, and Evan brushed it away with his thumb, his touch tender. “Okay,” she finally agreed, her voice thick with emotion. “But promise me… if things get tough, if the company needs you, you won’t hesitate to go back.”Evan nodded, his smile