Chapter Forty Nine

The next morning arrived far too quickly for Frederick. He had barely slept, his mind racing with the possibilities of how the conversation with Samara would go.

He arrived at the café early, his nerves on edge. He had spent the entire night thinking about what he would say to Samara, how he could possibly convince her to come back to him. The stakes had never been higher, and he knew that this was his last chance to make things right.

When Samara walked in, Frederick’s heart ached at the sight of her. She looked tired, her eyes shadowed with exhaustion, but she was still the woman he loved—strong, resilient, and undeniably beautiful. He stood up as she approached, offering a tentative smile.

“Samara,” he greeted her softly.

She nodded, her expression guarded. “Frederick.”

They sat down across from each other, the tension between them palpable. For a moment, neither of them spoke, both trying to find the right words. Finally, Frederick broke the si