Anne Hathaway

Mario, now 30, had left Anne when she needed him most. At that time, Sandy was just a newborn, and Anne was forced to raise their son on her own while balancing the pressures of the entertainment world. The wound he left ran deep — too deep to easily forgive. One busy afternoon, just as Anne stepped out of the production office for her latest film, she saw a figure she had tried to forget — Mario. Standing firm, holding a bouquet of white roses, his face was filled with hope. “Anne…” his voice was soft, almost drowned out by the traffic around them.