Angela followed him, her mind swirling with questions and her heart with emotions. The walk to the café felt longer than it actually was, each step heavy with anticipation, worry, and fear of the unknown.Once they got inside the café, Antonio found a secluded corner table, away from the few other customers. So he went and took a seat, and Angela drew a deep breath and walked quietly to the table to sit across from him. She reached the table, and to her surprise, Antonio stood up and apologized, then pulled the seat out for her immediately. Angela was speechless at his gesture, but she forced herself to murmur, 'Thanks.'As they sat in the quiet café, Angela's heart raced and her nerves intensified; the anticipation was almost unbearable. She couldn't help but wonder what he needed to say. She hoped that perhaps, just perhaps, this would be the moment they would reconnect, that Antonio might remember their past together. Her hands fidgeted with the edge of the table as she tried to keep calm.On the other hand, Antonio seemed lost in thought for a moment before he finally spoke. 'Hinata told me everything,' he started, his voice calm but reluctant. Angela felt her breath catch in her throat immediately. 'And?' she answered, staring searchingly into his eyes. This time she hated that he was avoiding her eye contact. This doesn't feel good. Something is wrong somewhere, but she can't point to a particular thing.Antonio broke into her thoughts. 'I am yet to remember my past, but I did some research too after Hinata's confessions, and I found out a lot about whom I used to be and, of course, the Montero's World,' he said dryly, then he looked up at her. Angela's pulse quickened nervously as they made eye contact. She was supposed to be happy, but the look in Antonio's eyes was not one that she expected. It was something else entirely, something that made her uncomfortable. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest with fear of the unknown reason behind that look on his face.However, she decided to subdue her fears; it's not time to panic. She had been hopeful, and she needed to keep that faith. So she chuckled loudly in tears and opened her mouth to express how happy she was. Unfortunately, before she could say anything, Antonio continued. 'I know about us, about our past.'Angela's eyes widened, and his eyes held a steady gaze on her. Angela could feel the air between them thickening with tension. 'You do?' A bead of tears dropped from her eyes. Antonio nodded. 'Yes… I know we are yet to get married, and that I held you against your will.'Angela's breath immediately caught in her throat. She chuckled nervously. 'No… no, my love, that was the contract… all before we fell in love for real,' she pleaded, her voice trembling slightly with fear. 'It wasn't like that anymore. Okay? I love you, Antonio, and even accepted your proposal for the second time. That was before it all started. See this locker? You gave it to me in the past, and look, I am wearing your ring… that one you gave…' Antonio cuts in. 'I am sorry… but I like my present,' he said, as if he had rehearsed these words over and over. 'What… what… do you mean...? It's not funny.'She chuckled awkwardly. 'I have lovely parents now, people who care for me and are waiting for me back in Mexico. And I have a woman I love.' He hesitated, as if weighing the impact of his next words, before continuing, 'I'm sorry, Angela, but the man I used to be is not someone I want to be again.'Angela felt as if the ground had suddenly shifted beneath her. She suddenly forgot how to breathe, as if her entire world were ending as she struggled to process what he just said. Her eyes summoned tears this time. 'What do you mean… Antonio...? This is about who you really are, your real family... who are waiting for you. Are you seriously going to throw them away?' she asked, her voice trembling with disbelief as she stared at him searchingly, but Antonio's eyes were still downcast.'The man I was before I lost my memory… he was a monster,' he said quietly, but the words hit Angela like a sledgehammer. Her eyes widened, and her tears kept rushing. 'A pervert. A man who saw women as nothing more than toys. And the Montero's world… the bloodshed… the rape… homosexuality… fetishes… treating people like they are nothing but slaves under me… the man I was disgusts me.' He paused abruptly, then continued. 'Maybe I lost my memory for a reason. Perhaps it was fate giving me a second chance.'Angela felt a coldness creep over her, her heart shattering into pieces with each word, but she can't give up, not now! Not ever. She reached across the table and immediately took Antonio's hands. 'No, my love… You are saying that because you are yet to regain your memory. And yes, maybe you had those pasts, but there are good ones that are not in the media… Please, I beg you, Antonio, just give me a chance… to explain everything and talk about us… Maybe it will be a trigger… please, I beg you, Antonio…' She sobbed loudly.