THE MILLIONAIRE WAS PARALYZED WHEN HE SAW THAT THE WAITRESS LOOKED IDENTICAL TO HIS LATE WIFE...
Elliot Parker stared out of the large bay window of his Savannah mansion, the golden glow of the setting sun casting long shadows across the polished floors. The view outside was breathtaking—a sprawling garden with neatly trimmed hedges, a fountain that sparkled in the light, and the river just beyond, glinting with the colors of dusk. Yet, despite the serene beauty around him, Elliot felt an emptiness that the luxury couldn’t fill. It had been two decades since he lost Lydia, the love of his life, in a car accident. Twenty years of success, deals, and awards, but all of it had only built a façade that masked the void in his heart.
He had tried to move on—traveled the world, built his company into a giant—but the memories of Lydia lingered. Her laughter, her touch, the way she would playfully steal his newspaper at breakfast just to get his attention. No matter how many meetings he attended or how many nights he spent at charity galas, it was always her face that he saw in quiet moments, when the noise of the world faded away.
That evening, feeling particularly restless, he decided to dine at one of Savannah’s upscale restaurants, hoping that a change of scenery might help. As he walked into the dimly lit dining room, the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses created a comforting background noise. He settled into a corner table, ordered his usual—steak, medium-rare—and tried to focus on his phone, scrolling through emails and updates from his business associates.