On the day of my son Leo’s fifth birthday, I wanted everything to be perfect.
I was Andrea, thirty years old, the owner of a well-known jewelry brand. I had worked hard to give my husband, Marco, and our only child the life I thought they deserved.
That afternoon, our mansion garden was filled with lights, flowers, music, and laughter. Relatives, friends, and business partners gathered to celebrate Leo turning five.
But one person was missing.
Marco.
An hour passed, and he still had not arrived.
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