MasukSelene was on stage. The crowd was applauding. The atmosphere was electric. After the talk, Selene opened the floor to questions.That's when she noticed him. A very thin man in a cap and a mask, in the corner of the auditorium. He was watching her speak. Quiet. Still. His eyes had something gentle in them, something close to admiration. He didn't stay long. About fifteen minutes, and then he was gone.When her eyes passed over that corner again, it was empty. Selene kept her composure and moved on to the next question.That evening, Jonathan waited outside the venue for a long time. He finally saw Selene come out, surrounded by reporters and fans. She glowed.Over the past few months, with the depression and everything else, the business had stalled. Deals had fallen through. Partners had pulled their investments. When he tried to pull himself back together, he found he could barely go back to the past. Selene's figure lingered in his mind all the time, impossible to shake off. Distra
Selene and Damien looked at each other. After a beat, Damien said quietly, "Go talk to him."She let out a long breath and nodded.Inside the hospital room, Jonathan was facing the window, with his back to the door. He was murmuring to himself."Selene. That dinner you made me tonight, I loved it. That pale yellow sundress you wear, it suits you, your skin. Where do you want to go for our honeymoon?"Her footsteps cut him off. He turned, and Selene went still.A month. One month. Jonathan didn't look like the same person. He was gaunt. His eyes had sunk into his face. He had several days of beard. Whatever had been impressive about him was gone. He looked like a sickly old man."Selene. You came."A flicker of hope crossed his face. Then it died."I know what this is. You're here to ask me to let you go. I just wanted to make it up to you. So much. I know what I did. I just wanted to spend the rest of my life paying for it. Won't you give me even that?"His voice cracked open. Selene l
The girl who had once shared a packet of instant ramen with him in a basement apartment and called it happiness had now, publicly, written off every year they'd spent together. The Selene up there was glowing. Confident. Beautiful in a way that felt almost unreal.At this moment, her eyes flicked across the room and landed on Jonathan. She looked away in the same beat.After the toasts, Selene and Damien took the floor for the first dance. Jonathan watched from the sidelines and felt, suddenly, that he didn't know her at all. They'd been married. He had never once known she could dance. He had taken her to none of his galas. He had never asked her to be his partner on a dance floor.Something inside him tore.The dance ended. The couple moved through the room with champagne flutes, talking to guests. After a full circle, Selene's eyes settled on him again.He didn't know where the courage came from."Selene. Selene, do you really hate me that much?"Selene and Damien were holding hands
The notification said read. Three days passed and Selene didn't reply.Jonathan worked up the nerve to send another.Jonathan: [Selene, how have you been?]A red exclamation mark. She'd blocked him again.He fell into a much deeper place. He stopped eating. He stopped sleeping. Whole nights, lying awake, replaying the three good years. He was sick with self-hatred. Some part of him wanted to die right in front of Selene to show his repentance and love for her.A month later, news came in: Selene had won second place in the finals. The whole design industry back home went wild. In ten years, no designer from her country had taken a podium spot at that competition. She was an overnight name. She was the hottest designer in the country.Jonathan remembered, suddenly, the day they got married. He had asked her, "What's your dream?"She'd told him, I'm going to be the best designer in the world.He'd patted her on the head and laughed. "Look at you. Your dream is to be a good wife. To be a
There was something charged in the air between them. Damien picked up on it. He said quickly, "I'm not putting anything on you.""Liking you is my business. I've liked you for eight years. I still do. I'm not asking you to be with me. I just want you to be happy."Selene had felt the way he looked at her for weeks now. Since she'd run into him in Paris, he had been with her every single day.When she first arrived, she couldn't stop spiraling. Every memory pulled her under. Damien sat with her through all of it. He absorbed the worst of her grief and panic. He walked her, slowly, out of the place she'd been stuck in.He went with her to meet her advisor. He helped her find an apartment. He took her to buy bedsheets and a kettle and a toothbrush holder. He showed her how to navigate the neighborhood. When she didn't believe in herself, he sat there and listed all the reasons she should.When she walked with her chin to her chest, like she didn't want to be seen, he kept telling her, unt
Selene’breath caught. She had said that.In the weeks since she'd left Jonathan, Selene had thrown herself back into design. The thing she'd actually loved. Her professor had taken her under her wing. She was learning fast. She was happy in a way she'd forgotten she could be.But she hadn't dared to imagine entering an international competition.Damien was right. When she graduated college, her dream had been to be one of the best designers alive, on the biggest stages. Three years of marriage had ground that dream down to a half-buried thought in the back of her head. Once in a while, when something came to her, she still sketched it. International awards, though. That hadn't crossed her mind in years."Selene, this is a real opportunity."He looked at her steadily. "You're the most naturally talented designer I've ever met. Try."She bit her lip. Then she nodded. "Okay."Jonathan stayed in Paris a few more days. He didn't see Selene again. She'd left in the middle of the night and ha







