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