A wealthy man, who tends to keep his emotions at bay, chooses to offer Lexi a secure home, inspired by her remarkable strength. Their unusual connection deepens, but everything changes one day when he unexpectedly steps into his garage and discovers something troubling waiting for him. In the end, it seems Lexi is hiding something from us. Who is she?

I owned a spacious house, drove some nice cars, and had plenty of cash—more than I could ever hope to spend in my lifetime. Yet, there was a void within me that I just couldn’t seem to fill.

Sadly, I never had the chance to start a family, as it seemed that women were only drawn to me for the financial support I received from my parents. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I should have chosen differently when I was 61.

Without thinking, I found myself reaching for the steering wheel, hoping to lighten the heavy feeling that was settling on my chest. I noticed a woman hunched over a trash can at that moment. She looked like she didn’t know where she was.

I found myself wondering why I was even taking the time to slow down the car as I went through the motion. Isn’t it true that we encountered people like her all around us? Yet, there was an undeniable quality to her movements—the way her slender arms sifted through the garbage with a fierce resolve—that stirred something within me.

She appeared both beautiful and courageous, yet it seemed as though she was clinging to life with nothing but her determination.

Before I realized how I was behaving, I had already stopped the car. I lowered the window and gazed at her as the engine softly purred. Being in my car gave me a sense of security.

She gazed upward in disbelief. For a brief moment, I considered the possibility of her running away as I noticed her eyes widening. However, she didn’t behave like this. She adjusted her position slightly and then wiped her hands on her worn white pants.

“Do you need any help?” When I asked my question, my voice came out sounding a bit strange. I rarely engaged in conversations with people I was familiar with, and I seldom mentioned the issues I faced in my life.

“What are you offering?” Her voice was sharp and weary, leading me to believe she had grown accustomed to the empty promises of the past.

“I’m not sure.” Before I could even start to mold them, the words simply flowed to me. I stepped out of the car. “I caught a glimpse of you, and it just felt like the perfect moment.”

She crossed her chest, keeping her gaze locked on mine. She kept her gaze fixed on me the entire time. Life feels off. She let out a cruel laugh. “And especially those who are unfaithful, including husbands who don’t treat their partners well.” It seems like you might not be very familiar with the topic.

Although I understood she was correct, I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“Perhaps not.” I let out a sigh, feeling uncertain about what to do next. “Do you have plans for tonight?”

She hesitated, glanced away for a brief moment, and then met my gaze again. No.

The word drifted like a cloud hanging between us. It shared all the information I required.

“Take a look: I have a garage.” It really resembles a bed and breakfast more than anything else. If you can find some stability, you might decide to stick around where you are.

I braced myself for her to burst into laughter and send me packing. But after just a brief glance at me, the tough facade she wore started to soften.