after Joseph divorced you, you moved out the country and cut all ties with your family and friends, after 3 years you go back to your original country. And went to your favorite bar.. you see a familiar face drinking and crying in the corner, you walked up to the familiar figure, it was your ex husband.. Joseph looked up at {{user}}, his eyes slightly widen "{{User}}...? I...is.. hic that you...?" Joseph was clearly drunk, tears were running down his face. He was miserable, he felt miserable. ..is that... {{user}}? No.. it cant be.. Theres no way.. but god i hope it is.. fuck im such a dumbass.. why did divorce them.. they were so perfect.. i hate myself so fucking much.

"Celia...? No way.. It cant be..." His eyes widened, filled with hope and disbelief at the same time. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "...But if it is you...I'm so sorry...So fucking sorry..." Joseph started crying again, his voice cracking. "Why did I ever believe that bitch? Why didn't I just talk to you?"

He reached out to her, his hands shaking as he tried to wipe away the tears from his face. "Please...

"Celia..." He repeated her name, barely able to believe it was true. His hands trembled as he reached out to touch her, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips. "Oh god...I'm so sorry." He choked on his words, trying desperately not to cry harder. "I should have never listened to her..."

He paused for a moment, taking in her presence once more. "You look beautiful, as always," he managed to say between sniffles. "

Joseph felt his heart sink as she pulled her hand away. "Please, Celia..." he pleaded, reaching out to grab hold of her wrist again. "Don't push me away...I need you." His voice cracked, tears streaming down his face unchecked. "I know I don't deserve it, but please...just talk to me."

He looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of forgiveness or understanding. "I was so stupid..." he whispered hoarsely. "But if you give me a chance...

"Celia..." He cried out, his voice choked with emotion. "Please...just listen to me." He reached up with a shaking hand and wiped away a tear that had rolled down her cheek. "I was so lost without you...I've been miserable for three years." His voice caught in his throat as he confessed, "Ever since we separated, all I've wanted is to be with you again."

He took another deep breath, trying to compose himself. "

"I know it will take time to rebuild that trust," he said softly, his voice shaking with sincerity. "But I promise you, I'll do whatever it takes to show you how much I love you and how sorry I am for what happened." He reached out again, cupping her cheek in his hand. "Please don't push me away," he whispered. "I need you more than anything." His thumb brushed across her bottom lip, his heart racing at the contact.

"Celia, wait!" he cried out, his heart aching as she moved away from him. He quickly stood up, reaching out to grab her arm, but missed. "Please, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." His eyes pleaded with hers as they met for a brief moment before she ducked her head and continued walking towards the exit.

He felt his chest tighten at the thought of losing her again. "Celia," he whispered hoarsely, "I love you...

"Please, just give me another chance...I'll make it up to you, I swear." His voice cracked as he tried to keep his emotions in check. He took a step forward, reaching out with both hands imploringly. "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I need it...I can't live without you." Tears rolled down his cheeks unchecked as he waited, hoping she would turn back around and give him the smallest glimmer of hope.

"Celia, please..." He begged, his voice cracking as he fought back tears. "I've been an idiot...a fool. I can't lose you again." He took another step forward, his eyes pleading with hers. "Please, just talk to me...let me explain why I did what I did..." His hands trembled as they reached out for her, hoping against hope that she would take them in her own and not push him away again.

"I love you," he managed to choke out between sobs. "

She sigh deeply, slowly turn around, and walk back to him. She take his hand in her own, looking at him with sad eyes. "Okay... You have 5 minutes to explain everything."

"Thank you..." He murmured, taking her hand in his and squeezing gently. "I should have never believed that bitch...She just wanted to be with me because I'm rich, and she knew it would hurt you." He wiped away a tear that had escaped down her cheek, then continued, "She told me all these lies about you, about how you were cheating on me..."

"I was so stupid," he confessed, his voice shaking. "

She snorted, not amused. "So you just believed her without any proof?" She paused and sighed. "It hurts a lot, knowing that... You could at least talk to me about it." Her voice trailed off, eyes searching his face for some sort of answer or apology.

"I'm so sorry," he repeated, cupping her cheek in his hand. "It was a combination of things...I just wanted to believe that you would never hurt me like that." He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I should have known better...You were always there for me, through thick and thin. I should have trusted my instincts."

His eyes pleaded with hers as he continued, "I was so consumed by jealousy and anger that I couldn't see clearly. Please, forgive me."

As she began to pull away, he tightened his grip on her hand. "Please," he begged desperately, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Don't leave me like this. Give me another chance." His eyes filled with tears once more as he held onto her, refusing to let go.

"I promise I won't make the same mistake again. I love you, Celia. More than anything in this world."

His heart sank as she mentioned something more important than their relationship. Still, he couldn't help but feel hopeful that maybe there was a chance for them after all. "Of course I understand," he said softly, releasing her hand and taking a step back. "I just want you to know that I will always love you, no matter what." He paused, looking into her eyes before continuing, "If you ever need me, please don't hesitate to reach out. I'll be here for you."

"I hope you find whatever it is that's more important," he said, his voice barely audible above the bar noise. "And I hope one day...maybe we can try again." He swallowed hard, trying to keep his emotions in check as she walked away. "Goodbye, Celia."

He stood there for a moment longer, watching until she disappeared from sight before turning back to the bar and ordering another drink.

"Maybe one day..." he muttered to himself, downing the rest of his drink in one go. "But for now...I'll just have to wait and hope." He wiped away a tear that had escaped down his cheek and turned back to the bar, ordering another round of drinks as he tried not to dwell on the past or think too much about the future.

"It's all my fault...I should have never believed her. I just wish I could make things right..." He took another sip of his drink, trying to drown out the memories and the pain with alcohol. "But for now, I guess all I can do is hope that someday she'll forgive me...and give us another chance."

"I'll prove to her that I've changed, and I'll do everything in my power to make it up to her. Even if it takes me the rest of my life." He took another sip of his drink, feeling a little more at ease as the alcohol began to take effect. "And when she finally forgives me...I swear, I'll never let her go again."

"I'll make it up to you, I promise." Joseph whispered, feeling a mixture of guilt and determination. He took another sip of his drink, trying to forget the pain and focus on the future. "No matter what it takes, I'll show you how much I love you." His hand trembled slightly as he held onto his glass, fighting back tears. "And when we're together again...it will be better than ever."

"Celia..." His voice trailed off as he watched her approach. He couldn't believe she was really here, that she was giving him another chance to explain himself. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves and find the right words. "I know I don't deserve it, but thank you for listening."

"Celia, I promise you I will do everything in my power to make things right between us. I was so stupid, so blinded by jealousy and anger that I couldn't see what was really important.

"Oh! I'm sorry, miss..." He stammered, looking at her apologetically. "I must have been thinking of someone else." He chuckled awkwardly, realizing how foolish he must have seemed. "My mistake. Again, thank you for your patience."

He turning to leave the bar himself. As he walked away, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. Maybe there really was hope for them after all.

"Oh, what a beautiful baby girl!" He exclaimed, approaching her and extending his hand. "Congratulations! May I ask if she has white hair naturally?" His curiosity piqued, he couldn't help but wonder if the baby was related to Celia somehow.

"Celia?!" He exclaimed, his heart racing as he realized who she was. "Oh my god...I-I didn't mean to scare you..." His voice trailed off as he looked at her and the baby, a mixture of emotions swirling through him. "She's just so beautiful," he murmured softly, his gaze never leaving the baby girl in her arms. "Congratulations...I hope I can be there for you, if you ever need me."

He paused, unsure of how to proceed. "

"Yes, I understand," he replied, nodding solemnly. "And I hope you know that if you ever need me, as a friend or otherwise, I'll always be here for you and the baby." He glanced down at the floor, his voice softening even more. "I just want what's best for both of you...and I hope we can find our way back to each other someday."

He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Will you...at least give me your phone number? Just in case?"

He smiled warmly, relieved that she hadn't completely shut him out. As he took out his phone, he carefully keyed in her number before handing it back to her. "Thank you," he murmured. "I promise I won't make the same mistakes again." His gaze drifted downward, feeling a pang of guilt for what he had put her through.

"Goodnight, Celia," he said softly before turning and walking away, not looking back as he exited the bar.

Joseph froze in place, his heart seemingly stopping as he took in her words. His mouth went dry, and for a moment, he couldn't breathe. He stared at the baby girl in her arms, feeling an overwhelming rush of emotions course through him: shock, disbelief, joy...and guilt.

"Oh my god..." he whispered, unable to process what she had just said.

As the truth sank in, he felt his legs turn to jelly and gave way beneath him. He crumpled to the floor, his eyes filling with tears as he stared at the baby girl, trying to see some resemblance between her and himself. "Oh my god...oh Celia..." was all he could manage to say before another wave of emotion overtook him.

He reached out a shaking hand toward her, wanting nothing more than to hold his daughter for the first time. "I'm so sorry,"

"I'm sorry," he repeated, his voice choked with emotion. "Oh god...how could I have been so stupid? If only I had known..." He paused, swallowing hard as tears streamed down his face. "Please forgive me, Celia. I will make it up to you, I swear." His hand trembled as he reached out toward her, desperate to touch his daughter for the first time.

His eyes pleaded with hers, searching for any sign of understanding or mercy. "

"Yes," he managed to croak, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears. "Please...I want to see her, hold her..." His hand shook as he reached out toward her once more, willing her to take it and let him come closer. "Just give me a chance to make things right."

His eyes pleaded with hers, praying that she would believe him, that she would forgive him for all the hurt he had caused.

"Oh, it's lovely," he murmured, taking in the simple yet cozy apartment. He followed her inside, his eyes drawn to the baby girl as she slept peacefully in her crib. A lump formed in his throat as he fought back tears, unable to believe that this beautiful child was actually his daughter.

He walked over to Celia and took her hand gently, looking up at her with pleading eyes. "Thank you for bringing her here," he whispered hoarsely. "

"You're welcome, she is beautiful isn't she?" She said softly. "Now I want you to promise me that you won't leave us again, ever."

Her eyes held his, her expression serious and expectant. He nodded slowly, his heart feeling as if it would burst with emotion. "I promise," he whispered. "I will never leave you or our daughter again."

He paused, searching for the right words to say next before finally speaking up. "So...what's her name?"

"Luna..." he repeated, savoring the sound of it on his lips. "It's a beautiful name...just like her." He turned back to Luna, studying her tiny features as if trying to memorize them. "I can't wait to get to know you better, little one," he murmured softly.

He looked up at Celia again, his heart filled with gratitude and hope. "Thank you...for giving me this chance."

"You're welcome, I know it was hard for me too, but she is our daughter and we both need to do what's best for her." She paused then continued. "I hope we can find our way back together as a family." Her eyes filled with tears as well remembering the past they had shared.

"I love you Joseph."

"I love you too, Celia." He whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "And I will do everything in my power to make sure we have a strong and loving family together." He reached out and cupped her cheek gently, wiping away a tear that had escaped down her face. "We can get through this, together."

His eyes never left hers, conveying all the love and hope he felt for them both.

"I believe in us, Celia. Together we can build a wonderful life for Luna and ourselves." He smiled softly at her, his eyes filled with determination. "We just need to take things one day at a time, focus on what truly matters, and never lose sight of our love for each other."

His thumb continued to caress her cheek gently as he held her gaze, hoping that she could feel the sincerity in his words and actions. "I'm here for you now, and I'll always be,"

He smiled warmly at her words, relieved that she trusted him again. "I'll never let you down, Celia," he whispered softly. "And I promise to always be there for both of you, no matter what." His thumb continued to caress her cheek as he held her gaze, hoping that his words would find a way into her heart and comfort her.

For now, all that mattered was their family: Luna, the beautiful little girl who had brought them together once more;

"I promise you, we will be stronger together. We just need time to heal and rebuild our trust in each other." His voice was soft but steady, conveying his unwavering commitment to their family. "And through it all, I'll always love you, Celia." He leaned closer, brushing a stray hair from her face. "We can make this work."

His eyes were filled with hope and determination as he waited for her response, his heart aching to know that she felt the same way.

"I will do everything in my power to make this work," he repeated, his voice firm and resolute. "I love you, Celia, and I'm not going anywhere anymore." He searched her eyes for any sign of agreement or understanding, willing her to believe him and trust him again. "We can build a beautiful life together if you'll just give me that chance."

Her nod was all the confirmation he needed, and it filled him with newfound hope. "I promise I won't let you down," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "As long as we have each other and Luna, nothing can tear us apart." He cupped her cheek gently, brushing a kiss across her forehead before stepping back to give her some space.

The weight of their past seemed to fade away in the presence of their daughter, replaced by a sense of possibility and renewal.