In the suite, Celina, still asleep from crying, was awakened by the insistent ringing of her phone. Still dizzy, she looked at the screen: Thor. She quickly answered.

"Love, I’m in a meeting that ended up running a little late. I’ll get there just before we leave for dinner," he explained hurriedly.

In the background, a female voice called out to him.

"Thor, come here, darling!"

Before Celina could say anything, Thor said:

"I have to go, love."

The line went dead.

Celina sat there, staring at her phone, replaying in her mind the intimate tone with which that woman had called him.

Her stomach turned, her head spun.

Anguish took over.

Without thinking, she ran to the bathroom and vomited violently. Her entire body trembled, cold sweat dripping down her skin.

Sitting on the floor, hugging her knees, Celina tried in vain to regain control of herself.

But it felt like her heart had been ripped from her chest.

After a long while, she stood up from the bathroom floor with difficulty, her bod