For many weeks, I returned faithfully, waiting for hours, only to leave disappointed each time. Hope was slowly fading.
Just as I was about to give up and head home one evening, his familiar car pulled up to the entrance. My heart leaped. Mike stepped out, looking as handsome as ever — sharp suit, confident stride, the same magnetic presence that had drawn me to him from the beginning.
Without thinking, I rushed forward and blocked his path just as he reached the doors.
He stopped abruptly, shock flashing across his face.
“Mike… it’s me, Amanda,” I said, my voice trembling.
He stared at me for a long moment, then his expression hardened. “Miss, please excuse me. I don’t know you.”
He tried to move past me, but I grabbed his arm desperately.
“Mike, how dare you? How could you use me
