Rosie stood by the rain-glazed window, the city blurring behind drops like half-remembered dreams. London was supposed to wash her clean, make her forget the girl who married too young and broke too fast. But ghosts don’t vanish just because you cross an ocean—they wait in quiet messages and sleepless nights.

He would call her tonight. Not the one she married. Not the one she left behind for love. The other one—the man who belonged to someone else. The man whose voice made her forget every promise she had ever broken.

She hated how much she waited for him.And loved it more than she’d ever admit……………..

Rosie came to London to forget — the girl she used to be, the promises she broke, the man she left behind.

But ghosts don’t fade with distance. Especially not the kind that call at midnight, whispering love that was never hers to have.

Torn between guilt and longing, Rosie stands on the edge of something she can’t name — and isn’t sure she wants to resist.

A story of forbidden love, fragile healing, and the echo of past lives that never really end.