The secretary, instantly aware of the tension in the room, rushed to justify herself.“We were just reviewing tomorrow’s presentation, Mrs. Miller.”Celina still shot her a razor-sharp look.“I’m sure you were, sweetheart. Thanks for letting me know.”Thor understood the message loud and clear and politely asked the secretary to give them a moment alone. As soon as the door closed, he cupped Celina’s face with both hands, guiding her gaze to his.“Celina, there is no other woman in this world for me. From the moment you walked into my life, it’s only been you. Only you take my breath away, only you make my heart race like this. And even with that grumpy little face… or maybe because of it…” he smiled, “I love you more every single day.”“Does she have a boyfriend?” Celina asked automatically.“I don’t know. Never asked,” Thor answered calmly.“She’s pretty, right?” Her hormones were screaming.“I have no idea. The only beauty that matters to me is yours,” he replied, his eyes fixed on

Arthur looked around as if he no longer recognized the home he loved so deeply. The pain etched on his face now mingled with something darker—revolt, disbelief, devastation.Zoe, breathing hard, removed her wedding ring with trembling fingers.“I’m not doing this anymore,” she said, her voice steady despite the way her chest rose and fell. “This marriage is over.”She threw the ring at him. The metal struck his chest with a sharp metallic thud before falling to the floor. Arthur stared at it—silent, hollow.“I trusted you blindly. I believed in you,” she said, turning toward the door.But before she could reach it, Arthur moved.“No! You’re not walking out like this!” he shouted, rushing to block the doorway.He stood there—eyes wet, chest heaving—refusing to let her pass.“We’re not done talking!”He tried to step closer, but she backed away.“I love you, Zoe. From the moment I saw you, it was you. I messed up. I hate myself for it. But I haven’t touched her since that day.”Zoe shoo

The car sped down the rain-soaked avenue. The tires sliced through puddles with violent force. Arthur’s chest felt ready to burst. The glow of the streetlamps blurred across the windshield like fleeing ghosts. The world around him no longer felt real—only noise, speed, and guilt.At the intersection ahead, the traffic light shifted from green to yellow.Arthur didn’t slow down.He didn’t hesitate.He didn’t even see it.Everything was a blur. Zoe screaming.That one sentence he never imagined she would discover:“I SAW IT, ARTHUR! I SAW IT!”Her voice thundered inside his head like a sky tearing open. It was the last thing he heard before the light turned red.A bright flash.A blaring horn to his left.And then—impact.A truck slammed into the driver’s side with full force. The crash was brutal, metallic, violent. Steel crushed steel. Shattered glass rained everywhere. Arthur’s body jerked hard against the seatbelt as the car spun twice through the air before crashing rear-first into

Zoe whispered:“Yeah… I do. But thank you… for everything. And don’t worry—I promise I won’t stop talking to you.”The two embraced one last time. Zoe gave Otto a restrained nod, grabbed her phone, called an Uber, and walked away without looking back.In the back seat, she couldn’t hold the tears anymore. They fell silently and heavily, carrying the weight of every truth she had pretended not to see.The driver, an older man with graying hair and a gentle gaze, watched her discreetly through the rearview mirror—respecting her silence, but concerned.After a few minutes, he broke the quiet with a calm yet steady voice:“Miss… are you alright?”Zoe didn’t answer. She only shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut as though that could contain the pain.The man let out a slow breath and, still focused on the road, spoke again—this time sounding almost like an omen:“I know everything feels out of place right now… but you don’t realize yet the kind of storm that hit your life overnight. And

The doorknob turned slowly, as if whoever stood on the other side hesitated before entering. A soft creak broke the stillness of the room. Zoe, curled at the edge of the bed with swollen, reddened eyes, lifted her face with effort. When she saw who had come in, her eyes brimmed with fresh tears.“Sweetheart…” Celina murmured, her voice thick with emotion.Zoe stood abruptly. Without thinking, she crossed the room in a handful of steps and wrapped her arms around Celina with desperate strength, as if that embrace was the only thing keeping her sane.Celina hugged her back with tenderness, pulling Zoe against her chest even though her now-heavy pregnancy belly made it difficult. Her voice came steady, soothing—someone standing firm so the other wouldn’t fall apart.“Cry, amiga… let it out. I’m here. Cry as much as you need. I’ll hold you.”And Zoe did. Her eyes shut tight and she broke, crying in a way that sounded like each tear was washing away a piece of the agony burning inside her.