They say that if you love a person don't give up. Just wait for that person. And if that person won't love you back, wait until your heart voluntarily quits.
I love you Reinhart, I don't want to give up on us, but you give me no reason to stay. And...
Reinhart finds himself holding an envelope delivered by the butler. The envelope bears the handwriting of his wife, Caecilian.
With a mix of confusion and trepidation, he opens the letter and begins to read the words penned by the woman he once promised to spend his life with.
To my beloved husband,
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Caecilian's words reveal her inner turmoil and a desire for Reinhart and Trisha, to find happiness.
In a bittersweet tone, she explains that she has come to a difficult decision: to set Reinhart free from their failing marriage. As he reads further, a wave of emotions crashes over him — anger, denial, sadness and regret.
The divorce paper enclosed together with the letter serves as a tangible reminder of Caecilian's decision to dissolve their union legally.
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The weight of realisation settles heavily upon Reinhart, leaving him grappling with a mixture of grief and longing.
Reinhart's mind races with a question.
Why did Caecilian decide to end their relationship?
What led her to take this drastic step?
Has he been blind to the cracks in their marriage?!
But all of his questions were answered as he reached the end of her letter.
~Letter Continuation~
Thank you for making me happy even in a short period of time. The feeling with those beautiful butterflies in my tummy. Those were the things I will forever treasure. Indeed, you made my life happier.
But I think I can't be with you any longer, Rein. Sorry if I have to let you go now. Sorry if I can't fulfil my promise anymore. To stay no matter what. I have been trying really hard to make this work. But I think I have lost hope now.
I don't wanna leave you but I just can't do this anymore. You were the one who turned your back first. I can't stay knowing that you're slowly leaving me. I'm done fighting for your love, for your attention, for us. My heart has already given up.
I realised that I can't continue fighting for a person who doesn't want to be fought for. Maybe it's time to let you go. Maybe it's time for me to accept the fact that we are walking now on different paths.
The day you accepted her into our home I felt so lost and that time when you didn't believe me that I didn't hurt her, and you ended up slapping me, made me realise that you will never be mine.
Falling for you was one of the easiest things I've ever done. I will always be glad for you — for the way you came around to my life. I trusted you like no one else. My body trusted you. Next to you, I slept: soundly, deeply, comfortably. It was unfamiliar and welcome. You made me start to believe in possibilities I'd entirely closed myself off to. For innumerable reasons, I didn't know how to say it. As easy as it was falling into you, it also terrified me, stoking anxieties and deep-seated insecurities I'd long buried.
That night, when I heard you talking with Trisha about divorcing me, that really hurt me. And when I came to visit you in your office and saw you with her in the garden where the two of you embraced each other gave me a sense of realisation. I was waiting for irrefutable proof that you chose me — for you to spell it out or bring me fully into your world. It makes sense that you didn't. I adored you, utterly and without reservation. I didn't think you could possibly feel the same way. That has as much to do with me as it did with you — and everything to do with what went wrong.
It became our undoing. It led to a tangle of miscommunication, held-back words and trepidation, which fed into a growing cluster of personal struggles and timing. Had we both been in better places within ourselves, we probably could've undone those knots. Thank you for letting me experience that firsthand.
Eventually, there came a point where it became clear to me that insisting on holding on to you was doing us both more harm than good, that it was turning what had been the loveliest thing into something far too laborious, and I knew I had to let go. It wasn't what I wanted, but I needed to be brave enough to break my own heart.
I had to stop chasing your love and start giving it to myself. I'm sorry I didn't have the courage to say the words that weighed on my tongue for months; I kept waiting for you to say them for me. I'm sorry I didn't just ask what you really wanted and that I didn't believe it could be me. I'm sorry it all fell apart. There was nothing I wanted more than to keep it — keep us — together, and I regret I didn't have it in me to do more to that end.
I still hate that it ended, but I'm grateful for the lessons I learned in the ending. I hope you're well. I hope you've found colossal happiness with Trisha. I never had the guts to tell you, but I loved you. God, I loved you. That changed me. It changed everything.
Most of all, thank you for letting me love you, even though I never could find the words. I don't think I'll ever love anyone else the way I've loved you.
