“Sir, I told you, my name isn’t Nicole.”
o, you are Nicole. We were together for ten years. I’ll always recognize you.
“No,
Tristan refused to give up, falling to his knees.
“I know I was wrong. Please, forgive me.”
Seeing him kneel, Nicole let out a sigh.
Some things needed to be made clear, or Tristan would never stop.
If that was the case, she might as well say it outright.
She brewed a cup of coffee and handed it to him.
“Get up.”
“Does this mean you’ve forgiven me?”
Tristan’s face lit up as he rose and took the cup she offered.
Taking a sip, the taste hit him instantly–a flavor so familiar it sent a jolt through him.
It only confirmed his belief: the woman in front of him was Nicole.
Her coffee had a rich, distinctive aroma, one that no other shop could replicate.
“Take a seat.”
Her tone was calm, as though everything they had been through no longer affected her in the slightest.
But Tristan, unable to let go, held the coffee cup with trembling hands, nearly spilling it.
“Nicky, why did you fake your death to deceive me?”
“Because I was afraid.”
Nicole sipped her coffee and turned to look out the window.
The snow had started falling. Nicole remembered how she had spent the first snowfall of last winter with Tristan.
It had been Christmas at the time. Tristan had bought a Christmas tree and planted it in the yard.
When the snow began to fall, they decorated the tree together, making wishes under its branches, promising they would always
stay together.
But now, everything was different.
“What were
e you afraid of?” Tristan asked, confusion etched on his face.
“I was afraid you’d never stop chasing me,” Nicole replied, her expression cold and detached.
Her words, sharp as a blade, stabbed straight into Tristan’s heart.
The pain in his chest was undeniable, leaving him frozen in place.
He had never imagined a day when Nicole would fear him and dread his persistence..
