MasukPete reached home that night, off the car and stayed inside for a moment, breathing fast, his hands still gripping the wheel tightly. The inside of the car was silent except for the rough sound of his breathing.Sweat covered his forehead despite the cold night air drifting faintly through the slightly opened window.His fingers trembled violently against the steering wheel as the horrifying scene from moments ago replayed repeatedly inside his head.The loud screech of the tires.Zoe's terrified scream.The sickening impact.The sight of her body rolling away from the car.The image of the man flying violently before crashing onto the road.Pete swallowed hard, his throat painfully dry. The alcohol clouding his senses earlier was fading rapidly now, leaving behind fear so intense that it made his chest tighten."Oh, god!" he gasped. "What did I just do?"His voice sounded weak and broken inside the dark car.He released a heavy breath and leaned backward against the seat, staring bla
Pete rushed out of the café, his breathing rough and uneven as he stumbled after Zoe and the man walking ahead together. The cold night breeze hit his face repeatedly, but it did nothing to cool the anger and humiliation burning through him.His eyes remained locked on the pair ahead, especially on the hand wrapped around Zoe’s waist so comfortably.His fists tightened.The alcohol inside his system only made his emotions worse. Everything felt louder, heavier, hotter. His heartbeat pounded violently inside his ears as he hurried after them.“Zoe!” he shouted finally, his voice cracking through the night.The two of them stopped walking.Zoe released an irritated sigh before slowly turning around. The moment her eyes landed on Pete staggering toward them drunkenly, annoyance crossed her face immediately.“Oh God,” she muttered under her breath. “Why is he still following us?”Pete finally reached them, breathing heavily while struggling slightly to keep his balance. His shirt was mess
“Get me a nanny,” Pete said harshly, his phone pressed tightly against his ear while he paced restlessly around the sitting room.His voice carried irritation and exhaustion, the kind that came from a man whose life had collapsed too quickly for him to regain balance.“Sir?” the lady on the other end, his former assistant, responded hesitantly, clearly caught off guard by the sudden order.Pete’s expression darkened immediately.“Are you deaf?” he burst out impatiently, his voice echoing through the quiet house. “I said get me a nanny to look after my child.”His breathing remained heavy after shouting. The frustration boiling inside him had become impossible to control lately.Every small inconvenience irritated him. Every delay felt like an insult.He dragged a hand through his rough hair while waiting for her response, but instead, silence greeted him from the other end of the call.And then Pete realized why.Money.Of course she was thinking about money.Just days ago, he was a w
“You said you knew nothing about childcare, so I left the child to Petra.” Pete burst out in rage, his voice echoing through the house as he pointed fiercely at Zoe with trembling fingers.His chest rose and fell violently, anger and heartbreak twisting together inside him until he could barely breathe properly. “Now, you’re raising a baby with him? How can you do this to me?”His voice cracked slightly toward the end, not from weakness alone, but from the crushing realization that everything around him had completely fallen apart.Zoe stared at him without pity.Her expression remained cold, almost irritated, as though Pete’s pain was nothing more than an inconvenience interrupting her evening. She adjusted the oversized shirt hanging loosely over her body before stepping closer to him slowly, her heels clicking softly against the floor.“Pete,” she said calmly, her eyes fixed directly on his face, “use your brain for once.” She folded her arms across her chest, her lips curving into
“A good friend?” Pete repeated, his voice rising with disbelief as his eyes darted between Zoe and the man standing far too comfortably beside her.His chest heaved as he struggled to contain the anger surging through him, his fingers curling into tight fists at his sides. “You think I’m blind? You two were making out right here, and you say he’s just a friend?”His voice cracked at the end, not just from rage, but from something deeper; betrayal hitting him harder than he expected.Zoe didn’t flinch. Instead, she chuckled, a low, careless sound that carried no trace of guilt. She tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a smirk that only fueled Pete’s fury.“So what?” she said, her tone light, almost mocking. “Wasn’t that what we used to do?” Her eyes held his for a moment, daring him to respond, to challenge her further.“Exactly, man,” the man cut in smoothly, stepping forward with a confidence that made Pete’s blood boil even more. “Don’t be so petty. Zoe and I haven’t know
“I knew I couldn’t count on any of you.” Pete muttered under his breath, shaking his head slowly as disappointment settled deep into his bones, heavier than anything he had ever felt before.His eyes looked dull, stripped of the arrogance that once defined him, replaced now with a tired frustration that refused to leave his chest. “You’re all ingrates.” He added, his voice low but firm, as though he was trying to convince himself that the fault wasn’t entirely his, that the world had somehow turned against him unfairly.He released a heavy breath, his chest rising and falling unevenly as his heartbeat pounded loudly in his ears, each thump echoing like a reminder of how far he had fallen in such a short time.Just as he tried to steady himself, his phone suddenly started ringing, the sharp sound cutting through the silence around him.Without even glancing at the screen, he picked it up immediately, his movements quick and almost desperate, as though he was clinging to the possibility
The chaos inside the hall had reached its peak.Pieces of cake lay scattered across the floor, smeared under hurried footsteps. Fruits rolled lazily across the polished tiles, and fragments of wooden decorations were spread near the stage like the aftermath of a small storm.The once elegant event
The entire hall had fallen into a strange silence after Petra’s cold declaration about the divorce.The atmosphere that had earlier been filled with murmurs and scattered arguments now carried a tense stillness, the kind that made every small movement feel louder than it should.Pete stood there fo
Pete finally finished buttoning his shirt, though his hands were still trembling slightly from the shock of what had just happened.The air around him felt thick and suffocating.Cameras were still flashing, reporters still crowding around, voices still rising from every corner of the hall.For a m
Zoe’s lips curved into a satisfied smile, the kind that carried pride and a hint of arrogance.“Alright,” Zoe said casually, unfolding her arms as if she had finally made up her mind. She stretched her hands slightly and rolled her shoulders like someone preparing for something exciting. “I’m going







