"Drink this milk. You will be healthy with the nutrients in this milk," Mrs. Camela said lovingly, handing Anna a cup of warm milk. In a house that now feels brighter with the return of her beloved daughter, Mrs. Camela cannot hide her happiness. After all this time, Anna was back, and her presence brought back the happiness she had lost.

"Thank you, Ma..." Anna accepted the cup of milk with slightly trembling hands. As the cup touched her lips, she felt a warmth that went beyond the taste of milk. It seeped into her heart, giving her a long-lost sense of security.

Suddenly, Mrs. Camela hugged Anna tightly. The longing that had been held back finally spilled out. Anna sobbed in the warm embrace. "I'm sorry, Ma..." she said, voice breaking with sobs. She felt a deep sense of regret, feeling foolish for abandoning her parents' love for a man who didn't even appreciate her. Pedro-a man who had left indelible scars.

She felt the immense love of her parents, who, despite knowing she was bringing back a child from an irresponsible man, still accepted and supported her unconditionally. The regret became more and more suffocating, as if there was a heavy burden pressing on Anna's heart. However, she was determined not to make the same mistake again.

After returning home, Anna tried to start her life anew. A better, brighter life. She returned to the world of fashion design, the world that once brought her to the pinnacle of success. The world that gave her pride. Her work was always stunning and awe-inspiring, and she was offered many collaborations. Working passionately, Anna felt that, little by little, she was beginning to forget her dark past.

One day, Anna received an offer to design a wedding dress for a client. Without suspicion, she rushed to the meeting place. It was close to home, and although her parents suggested a chauffeur and a bodyguard, Anna insisted that she was fine. After all, her meeting with the client would only be brief.

However, as parents say, hunches are often right. As Anna was driving her car, a large car approached and blocked her way. Without warning, it blocked her path, and Anna was forced to stop. The car door opened, and before Anna's eyes, stood Pedro. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Anna..." said Pedro, his voice full of anger that was hard to hide. "Who is the father of this child? Tell me! Did you betray me all this time?"