登入Zoe clutched the file tighter, her fingers trembling as she flipped through the pages again, as if rereading the words might somehow change what was printed there. The white paper blurred before her eyes, but that single bold line refused to disappear no matter how hard she blinked.BRAIN CANCER."I… I have brain cancer?" she repeated, her voice hollow, barely recognizable even to herself in that moment.Her legs weakened beneath her, and she staggered half a step back, instinctively leaning against the cool exterior wall of the auction hall for support. People were still moving in and out of the building around them, their ordinary lives continuing as if nothing monumental had just collapsed inside her world.But the shock that froze Zoe was nothing compared to the storm brewing steadily inside Pete.He turned sharply to face her, his brows knitted together in confusion and disbelief. "Zoe," he said slowly, searching her face for answers, "didn't you know you had brain cancer?"Her
"As a nobody but an ordinary businessman, he tried to hit me," Zoe repeated loudly, her voice carrying across the open courtyard with deliberate projection. She rolled her eyes with exaggerated annoyance as she folded her arms tightly across her chest, her designer handbag swinging from her elbow with the motion.Her posture screamed entitlement, her chin lifted as though she already owned the verdict, as though the outcome had been decided the moment she opened her mouth to speak.Some people stopped entirely in the corridor, phones already rising to eye level around them."What?" Dr. Frost exclaimed in disbelief, his voice rising sharply before he could restrain it. His brows knitted tightly together as he stared at Zoe, trying desperately to reconcile her wild accusation with the man he knew standing calmly beside Petra, a man of integrity, skill, and quiet dignity.The disconnection between the accusation and the man was jarring.Zoe scoffed loudly and waved her hand dismissivel
"Petra, didn't you say you were going to die last time?" Zoe said mockingly, her voice carrying clearly in the open space outside the auction hall. Daylight spilled generously across the marble pavement, reflecting off the glass façade of the building rising behind them.She tugged a slow, deliberate smirk onto her lips as she approached, her arms folding across her chest with practiced arrogance. "But here you are," she added, tilting her head slightly, her eyes glittering with malice, "alive and well."Petra halted where she stood. Oscar stopped beside her.For a brief second, the world felt strangely quiet, as though even the passing crowd sensed the tension thickening steadily in the air around them.Petra chuckled softly, the sound calm, almost genuinely amused. She turned her head slightly toward Zoe, her lips curving faintly upward. "Good people like me won't die so easily," she replied evenly. There was no weakness in her tone this time, only quiet, unshakable resolve.She t
Pete and Zoe walked into the hospital hand in hand, their footsteps echoing lightly against the polished floor beneath them. The smell of disinfectant hung thick in the air around them, sharp and completely unavoidable no matter which direction they turned.Nurses moved briskly past them, charts clutched tightly to their chests, while patients and their families occupied the long rows of seats lining the corridor on either side. It was daytime, and sunlight filtered in gently through the tall glass windows, casting pale, soft reflections across the white tiles beneath their feet.Pete's expression remained calm, almost indifferent, as though the chaos of the past days had already been neatly boxed away somewhere in the back of his mind.Zoe, on the other hand, leaned slightly into him, her grip tight, her steps carefully measured. To anyone watching them pass, they looked like a devoted couple, concerned, united, and entirely composed.Then Pete's phone began to buzz insistently in
About three days later, Petra slowly drifted back into consciousness.At first, everything felt unreal, like she was floating somewhere suspended between two entirely separate worlds. Her eyelids fluttered weakly before finally opening, and the first thing she saw was a white ceiling flooded with harsh white lights pouring down over her.The brightness made her squint against it.Her throat felt painfully dry. Her body felt heavy, as though it no longer belonged to her at all."Am I dead?" she whispered faintly, her voice barely louder than a breath escaping her lips. "Why does heaven look just like a hospital?"The words sounded strange even to her own ears, but nothing else made sense to her in that moment. She couldn't feel pain the way she expected to. She couldn't feel much of anything at all, if she was honest with herself.Slowly, she turned her head to the side, every small movement costing her real effort. Her eyes drifted across the unfamiliar room until they landed on tw
The studio lights glowed warm and steady overhead, casting a soft, professional sheen across the polished set where the evening's special segment was already underway. Seated at the center of the sleek anchor desk was a woman in her early forties, her expression showed a clean gravity of someone who had delivered a thousand headlines before this one. She folded her hands neatly atop the desk and looked directly into the camera, her voice calm but laced with unmistakable weight."Good evening, everyone. Tonight, we're bringing you a story that has taken the entire city by surprise, one that began quietly, almost invisibly, and has now exploded into something none of us saw coming."She paused, letting the words settle before continuing."As many of you have already heard, footage and eyewitness accounts from outside the Jordan Auction House have been circulating rapidly since this afternoon. At the heart of it all is a woman named Petra Chapman, a name that, until recently, meant ver
The shareholders' meeting stretched well into the afternoon before it finally came to an end. The conference hall, which had been filled with probing questions, financial reports, and lengthy discussions about the future of eCloud Tech, gradually emptied as investors gathered their files and excha
Oscar arrived earlier than expected for dinner.The restaurant was one of the most luxurious establishments in the city, known for its elegant atmosphere, exceptional service, and breathtaking evening view. Oscar had intended to arrive before Petra so he could gather his thoughts and prepare himse
The taxi rolled to a stop outside Martins' apartment building just as the afternoon sun began settling lazily over the city. Zoe remained seated for a few seconds after the driver announced they had arrived. Her fingers tightened around her handbag as she stared through the window at the familiar
Zoe raised her hand to knock at the door, but the door slowly opened on its own.She paused at the entrance, her fingers still hanging in the air where she had intended to knock. The silence inside the house felt strange.Usually, Eric kept the place neat, but today the living room looked completel







