He wore a simple shirt and jeans but something was different about him. He looked calm. Sure.
Free. He walked over and stood in front of her. Tricia slowly stood up.
Kelvin. Please. Let me explain.
I never meant to hurt you. Kelvin took a deep breath. I know.
But you still did. Tricia lowered her eyes. I’ve been thinking.
Kelvin continued. Do you know why I never proposed to you? Why I kept delaying? Tricia shook her head slowly, tears rolling down her cheeks. It’s because I wasn’t sure.
Kelvin said softly. All those months we spent together. Yes.
We laughed. We traveled. We smiled in pictures.
But deep down inside, I felt empty. Like I lost something I couldn’t name. He paused and looked out the window where Isabella and Vera were in the garden, laughing and watering flowers.
Then he turned back to Tricia. Now I know what I was missing. Tricia’s lip trembled.
My heart belongs to them, Vera and Isabella. I didn’t just find them. I found peace with them.
Real peace. The kind I’ve never had before. Tricia began to sob.
But I loved you. I believe you did, Kelvin said gently. But real love doesn’t come through lies or tricks.
You tried to force something that wasn’t meant to be. He walked closer and held her hand gently. I’m not angry.
I’m not bitter. But I know now that I was walking in the wrong direction. I was searching for happiness where it didn’t exist.
Tricia looked away, her heart breaking. I wish you well, Tricia. I truly do.
But this chapter is over. He let go of her hand and slowly walked away. Late that evening, Isabella stood on the balcony, the breeze playing with her hair.
Vera ran to her, laughing with a flower crown on her head. Guess what, Mommy, Daddy said we’re going out tomorrow, all three of us. Isabella smiled and lifted her daughter into her arms.
Kelvin stepped outside and wrapped his arms around them both. And in that simple moment, a new family was born. Moral of the story, love cannot be forced.
Real love is not built on lies or tricks. It grows through truth, kindness and peace. Sometimes the things we are searching for are already around us, waiting to be found in the most unexpected places.
The End
