“Can you have dinner with me?
Not for anything romantic—just to help me close an old chapter.”
He agreed right away.
That night, I wore a simple black dress, makeup that was soft and natural, and carried myself with calm confidence.
When Daniel and I arrived, the staff led us to our table—right beside Mark’s, exactly as I had planned.
And there he was.
Mark, dressed up, sitting across from a young woman who was at least eight years younger than me. She looked at him with love, her hand touching his as they raised their glasses. Their words of affection floated over the divider.
I sat down calmly, acting like everything was fine.
Daniel filled my glass and smiled politely:
