Manuel had loved Britney for nineteen years. If it weren’t for deep love, he wouldn’t have remained silent all those years ago when he saw Britney throw herself into Conrad’s arms, pretending to be unaffected while secretly taking his friends to spy on her.
Nor would he have rushed back from the training camp without hesitation when Britney personally said she would marry him, spending a fortune on their wedding.
He had never experienced soul-crushing heartbreak himself, but he admired Manuel’s unwavering devotion—after all these years, he had never wavered in his love for just one woman.
A sudden rustling sound came from behind.
“Manuel!”
The voice was crisp yet faint, but in the quiet valley, it was crystal clear.
In an instant, his gaze snapped toward the sound. Their eyes met, and it was as if a dazzling light ignited in both of their eyes.
“Brie…”
