LOGINOphelia's POVI barely slept that night. Nyla's words lingered in my thoughts long after she'd left."Don't let fear decide for you."She was right. For weeks, I'd convinced myself I was simply waiting for the right time.The truth was far less comforting. I was afraid.Afraid of making the end of my marriage official.Afraid that signing those papers would erase the life I'd spent four years trying to build.But that life no longer existed. By the time dawn broke, I'd made my decision. It was time to stop living in yesterday.The Foundation was busier than usual.Everyone was preparing for the outreach program, and the office buzzed with quiet conversations and ringing phones.I buried myself in work.Reviewed schedules.Sorted volunteer lists.Answered emails.On the surface, I looked calm, Inside, I was counting the hours.At lunchtime, Clara stopped by my desk."You've been staring at the same page for five minutes."I blinked and looked down, she was right.I hadn't read a single
Ophelia's POVThe rest of lunch passed quietly.I answered Diego whenever he spoke, but my thoughts wandered elsewhere. Something about that message unsettled me. Not because it threatened me, because it mentioned Erick.Your husband has started looking for the truth.What truth?Did it have something to do with Reina?Or did someone know about my pregnancy?I slipped my phone into my handbag and forced myself to focus on the conversation.Fortunately, Diego didn't press me.When lunch was over, we returned to the files spread across his desk."Let's finish the outreach schedule," he said.I nodded.Work had become the only thing capable of silencing my thoughts.By late afternoon, every department had submitted its reports. I was organizing the final folder when Diego looked up from his laptop."You've saved us at least two hours today."I smiled."I only arranged the paperwork.""You did more than that."He tapped one of the reports."You noticed duplicate entries in the budget.""I
Ophelia's POVMonday arrived sooner than I expected.I barely slept.Evelyn's message kept replaying in my mind.A special Foundation project. Why me?I wasn't the most experienced employee. I'd only been with the Foundation for a few weeks. There were people who had worked there for years.As I entered the building, I greeted the security guard before heading upstairs.The office hadn't fully come alive yet.Only a handful of employees had arrived.At exactly eight o'clock, I knocked on Evelyn's door."Come in."She was already seated behind her desk with a cup of coffee in one hand and a file in the other."Good morning, Ophelia.""Good morning, ma'am."She gestured toward the chair opposite her."Please, sit."I did, trying not to let my curiosity show.She closed the file and folded her hands."Do you know why I asked you to come early?"I shook my head."No.""The chairman requested someone to assist with a new community outreach initiative."I listened quietly."The project will
Ophelia's POVFor a few seconds, neither of us spoke. I followed Diego's gaze to the bed. The tiny cream-colored onesie, The pair of baby socks resting neatly beside it.My face grew warm.Instinctively, I stepped sideways, blocking his view."I'm sorry," I blurted out. "The room is a mess."His attention returned to me.Only then did he lift the small gift box in his hand."I came to return this."I frowned."Return what?""You left it in the boardroom after the committee meeting."He handed me the box.I accepted it and slowly opened the lid. Inside was my fountain pen, the same one I'd used throughout university. The same pen I'd nearly sold when money became tight after my parents died.A smile tugged at my lips."I've been looking everywhere for this.""I guessed it meant something to you.""It does."I ran my thumb over the silver engraving on its side."My father gave it to me when I got into university."His expression softened."Then I'm glad it found its way back."Silence s
Ophelia's POVPayday arrived on a quiet Friday morning. I didn't realize it until Clara stopped by my desk with a bright smile. "Congratulations."I looked up from the report I was reviewing."For what?"She laughed. "You really buried yourself in work this week.""I suppose I did.""Check your bank account."Curious, I reached for my phone and opened my banking app. My breath caught when I saw the notification.Salary Credit.It wasn't a fortune. Compared to the lifestyle I'd lived at the Willow mansion, it was modest, but somehow…It meant more than any expensive gift Erick had ever bought me. This money was mine. I had earned it. No one had handed it to me. No one could take credit for it.A smile spread across my face before I even realized it."You've got that look," Clara said."What look?""The one people get when they accomplish something they never thought they could."I locked my phone and smiled."It feels... different.""Because it is."She rested a hand on my shoulder. "
Ophelia's POVWork became my escape.The moment I stepped into the Willow Foundation each morning, my thoughts stopped circling around Erick and the divorce. There were reports to organize, donation requests to review, and meetings to prepare for. By the time evening arrived, I was too exhausted to dwell on the life I'd left behind.For the first time in years, I was doing something that belonged entirely to me.Not because I was someone's wife.Not because I was someone's sister.Just... me."Good morning."Clara smiled as she placed a stack of folders on my desk. "I hope you had breakfast today.""I did."She narrowed her eyes playfully."You're smiling.""Am I?""You are."I couldn't help smiling again."Maybe I'm finally settling in.""I'd say that's a good sign."She glanced at the folders. "These are applications for next month's scholarship program. Evelyn wants them sorted before lunch.""I'll start right away.""You always say that.She laughed softly."I've never met someone







