He Abandoned Her on Their Wedding Day—But When She Walked Back Into His Life With

Elena’s eyes locked with Miles, a mix of frustration and faint hope reflecting in her gaze. “Sorry doesn’t change what happened, Miles,” she said, her voice calm but carrying the weight of years of hurt. “And it certainly doesn’t change where we are now.”

Miles ran a hand through his hair, the weariness of regret clear on his face. “I was a coward,” he admitted. “I was terrified of the future, of responsibility. Leaving felt like the right choice back then, but I know now how wrong I was.”

Elena glanced down at the stroller, her three children nestled beneath the blankets, tiny fists occasionally flailing. “These three,” she said softly, “are my life now. They need me to be strong, and they don’t deserve to be caught in the wreckage of what we were.”

Miles nodded, understanding the long, difficult road ahead if he was to earn trust again. “I’ve changed, Elena. I know I can’t undo what I did, but I want to be part of their lives—if you’ll let me.”

She studied him, seeing both the man she once loved and the man who had shattered her world. “I can’t make any promises, Miles,” she said finally. “Right now, my priority is them.”

Miles accepted her terms, voice soft. “I understand. I’ll prove I’m not the person who left you standing at the altar.”

For a few moments, they sat in quiet tension, the bustle of the square contrasting with their private storm of emotions.

Finally, Elena offered a small gesture. “You can start with something small,” she said gently. “Join us for their next checkup. I’ll let you know when it is.”

Miles’ eyes brightened slightly, grateful for the opening. “I’d like that. Thank you.”

As the sun dipped low, casting long shadows, Elena rose and prepared to leave with the children. Miles stood, watching, voice filled with a hopeful earnestness. “Take care, Elena.”

Each step Elena took was a reminder of the strength she had built on her own—but deep down, a small part wondered if change and new beginnings might truly be possible.

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