My Crush Uncle Brings Me Back Home, but For His Wedding Anniversary....

Chapter 11

Some people, you don't realize just how important they are until they're gone.

When I first found out about Yara's secret crush on me, my first reaction was panic. I tried to ignore the odd, secret pleasure it gave me and, instinctively, snapped at her.

Then Melissa came into the picture. She'd done some favors for my family and suggested a marriage alliance. After giving it some thought, I made my decision.

I chose Melissa. I followed her wishes and sent Yara away, unknowingly creating a five-year gap in her life, and in mine.

I never could have predicted how things would turn out.

Melissa and I had agreed on a six-year marriage. But she wasn't ready to let go. She wanted more. And when Yara returned, everything changed.

Melissa grew anxious. She wanted to hurt Yara.

I couldn't even bring myself to imagine what might have happened if Melissa had succeeded.

That day, I realized something I had been avoiding, I could never lose Yara.

I divorced Melissa, but at that point, I still had no clue what was going on with Yara's child. But what I did know was that I had feelings for her.

If she would have me, I'd gladly take the role of the third wheel.

After some digging, I discovered the truth: the child wasn't hers, but the daughter of her late mentor.

And with that, a wild joy rushed over me. Yara hadn't dated, hadn't married, she was raising a child on her own. Did this mean I still had a chance?

I reached out to her. But when I did, nothing was like I expected.

She shut me down.

Then, I found myself in the hospital with a stomach ulcer from too much drinking. I saw Yara, but she didn't see me.

After she left, a couple of nurses were talking about her. That's when I found out she had kidney problems and might need a transplant.

And that's when I made a decision, one that seemed a little crazy, but in that moment, it was the only choice I had left.

I had buried myself in work all these years, and with death looming closer, I wanted to leave something behind for Yara.

She didn't want my inheritance, so I'd give her something else.

She could hate me. She could skip my funeral. But I hoped, in some way, she would remember me.

I signed the donation agreement, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a bit of peace.

Yara, I hope you can remember me, just not the way you did before.

Even if I'm gone one day, at least I'll have left something that matters.

I never told her any of this.

It's a shame. There will be no more chances for us.