The golden sun of Santorini bathed the island’s white façades and turquoise domes in a glow so breathtaking it seemed painted by the gods themselves. It was Thor and Celina’s last day in Greece.From the moment they arrived at the Andronis Luxury Suites, Celina had been utterly enchanted. Everything felt like a dream—the panoramic view, the impeccable service, the small thoughtful details prepared especially for her, knowing she was pregnant. Thor oversaw every moment, every gesture, with a devotion that made her heart tremble.That afternoon, he surprised her with a new dress laid neatly on the bed—a soft, flowing pearl-colored fabric—and a handwritten note in his firm, unmistakable handwriting:“Today is a special day. Meet me at the overlook in one hour. With love, Thor.”Celina smiled, her fingers brushing over the paper as her heartbeat quickened with curiosity.She dressed gently, her hair loose and dancing in the salty breeze as she made her way to the overlook reserved for the

Already seated on the plane, Zoe glanced out the window before takeoff and whispered softly,“Hang in there, Doctor… I’ll be back before you know it.”That same evening, Isabela savored a glass of expensive wine in her penthouse, the crystal reflecting the cold lights of the city. Her lipstick was flawless, her skin luminous, her expression calm — but her eyes burned with an old, festering hatred.She swirled the wine slowly, as if setting the stage for something dark and deliberate. The phone resting on the glass table began to vibrate. Isabela answered, her tone icy.“Did you call him today?” she asked flatly, skipping any greeting.On the other end, the doctor hesitated.“I called this morning. He didn’t answer. I texted too… he ignored me.”Isabela rolled her eyes.“Obviously. He was with her,” she said with disdain. “But keep going. Text him again. Call him. Show up at his office like it’s a coincidence. Play innocent. He needs to remember you exist — and she needs to start doubt

That evening, Ava turned the key and stepped into Gabriel’s apartment. The faint scent of his woody cologne still lingered in the air, mixing with the gentle warmth of the room.Before she could even close the door, she heard the sound of running water stop in the bathroom. Moments later, Gabriel appeared in the hallway, towel-drying his hair. He wore only dark sweatpants and had another towel draped over his shoulders. The smile that spread across his face as soon as he saw her was effortless and genuine.“Finally! I was counting the seconds for you to get here,” he said, walking over to kiss her forehead. “How was your day, my favorite rational woman?”Ava smiled faintly.“Exhausting, but productive. Yours?” she asked, setting her bag down on a chair.“It was rough, but I survived. Had a meeting with the research team and had to deal with a supplier who thinks deadlines are a myth.” He made a mock grimace. “But now I’m officially off-duty. Do you want to rest? I was thinking of cook

Inside the office, Thor spun around. Emma, sitting behind her desk, went pale at the sight of Celina. She froze, eyes glistening with panic.“Celina…” Thor took a step toward her, but she raised her hand sharply.“Love, what are you doing here?”Celina stepped further into the room, a bitter half-smile trembling on her lips, disbelief and tears burning in her eyes.“Repeat what you just said, Thor. Please. Repeat it.”Emma stood from her chair, her voice trembling.“Celina, sweetheart… please, calm down. Sit, and let’s talk.”“Don’t tell me to calm down,” Celina hissed, her voice shaking with fury and confusion as she glanced at Emma. “I wasn’t talking to you,” she snapped, turning back to Thor.“My love, please—sit down before you make yourself sick,” Thor pleaded, reaching her and gripping her shoulders gently, trying to guide her to a chair.Celina grabbed his forearms instead, tears spilling as she begged for what she’d heard to be some kind of mistake.“Thor, repeat what you just

Inside the bedroom, Celina lay on the bed, clutching her pillow as if she could hide from reality. Tears streamed freely down her face when she heard Thor’s voice on the other side of the door, pleading to come in.“Love… please, open the door,” he said, his voice steady yet laced with urgency. “It’s me, Thor. I just want to be with you. You don’t have to say anything… just let me stay there with you.”Silence answered him from the other side. But he knew she was there. And he wasn’t leaving. He’d wait as long as it took.He pressed his forehead against the wooden door, eyes closed.“I love you, Celina. Please, open the door, my love…”After a while, he knocked again—softly, gently.“Love, please open up… let me be with you.”No answer.“Celina, talk to me. I’m right here, my love. Please, don’t shut yourself away like this.”Still nothing.The door stayed closed. Thor leaned against it, frustration and fear weighing on his chest. Then Zoe appeared in the hallway, her expression tight