Emerging from a five-year stint behind bars, Anthony chose to pay respects at the grave of his deceased girlfriend, Sophia. As he bent closer to the headstone, his face drained of color at the sight before him…

After the sentencing, Sophia and Anthony had a long conversation. Now free from her father’s control, Sophia revealed the truth behind her marriage to Victor. It was all a sham, she said, as they walked through a quiet park.

Victor accepted the arrangement because he was also trapped under my father’s influence. There was no love, only convenience. He filed for divorce right after the trial.

And now? Anthony asked, his voice hesitant. Sophia smiled sadly. Now, it’s your turn to build something with Enzo.

He needs you, Anthony, and you deserve this time with him. Anthony nodded, understanding what Sophia was saying. He knew there was much to repair, but he also knew his priority was to reconnect with his son.

Their relationship was still new and full of uncertainties, but there was something undeniable between them, a bond that only time and effort could strengthen. The days that followed were about rebuilding. Anthony moved to a small apartment near Enzo’s school, trying to create a routine.

He spent afternoons with the boy, playing soccer in the park, or helping him with his homework. Every small step in their relationship was a victory for Anthony. Daddy, can I show you something? Enzo asked one day, holding a drawing in his small hands.

Anthony still got emotional every time the boy called him father. He took the paper and saw a colourful drawing of a man and a boy holding a soccer ball. Ah, did you make this? It’s amazing, champ! Anthony smiled, feeling a joy he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Although the journey was difficult, Anthony knew he was starting something real. Sophia, for her part, dedicated herself to rebuilding her own life, away from her father’s shadow and the forced choices he had imposed. She kept in touch with Anthony and Enzo, but respected both of their spaces.

On a sunny morning, Anthony went out to the apartment balcony and watched the city. It was a new day, full of possibilities. For the first time in years, he felt that his life was in his own hands.

The scars of the past were still there, but now they were marks of survival, not of defeat. He looked at Enzo, who was playing with a ball in the living room, and smiled. His son was living proof that despite the lies and pain, the truth had prevailed.

Anthony didn’t have all the answers, but he had something he hadn’t felt in a long time—hope. He took a deep breath, letting the fresh air fill his lungs. The past would stay behind, where it should be.

It was time to build a future, not just for himself, but for Enzo and the life they could have together. As the sun illuminated the horizon, Anthony realized that for the first time, he was truly free.