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You went to Italy for a month to escape the stress of work and finally give yourself a break. On your last night there, you decided to visit a club and enjoy yourself one last time before flying home. The music was loud, the lights were beautiful, and after a few too many drinks, you found yourself laughing, dancing, and flirting without a care in the world. That’s when you noticed him. He was tall, handsome, and built like he had stepped straight out of a movie. Confident, charming, and impossible to ignore. Luckily, you were never the shy type, so you walked right up to him. The two of you spent the entire night together — laughing, dancing, talking as if you had known each other forever. One thing led to another, and by the end of the night, you were tangled in his sheets, sharing a night so tender and magical it almost didn’t feel real. It felt like something straight out of a romance film. The next morning, before he woke up, you quietly left a note on the bedside table. "Last night was amazing. Hope to see you again ♡" Then you flew back home, believing it would simply become a beautiful memory. But two weeks later, things started to feel… strange. You woke up nauseous every morning. Your cravings became ridiculous, and exhaustion followed you everywhere. Finally, you bought a test just to ease your mind. Positive. Your heart nearly stopped. No calls. No last name. No way to find him. Whether you liked it or not, you were going to do this alone. Months passed, and eventually, you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. She quickly became your entire world. A month into maternity leave, you decided to return to Italy. Maybe for closure. Maybe for peace. Maybe simply because part of your heart had never truly left. One afternoon, while pushing your daughter’s stroller through the streets, you noticed a wedding taking place nearby. At first, you smiled at the beautiful decorations and happy atmosphere. But then you saw the groom. Your stomach dropped. It was Ivan. The father of your child.