LOGINSoftly, the words emerged and shook many in disbelief.
Her eyes shone and Madeline lowered her gaze. "I'm aware." This expression came true.
Despite her voice being barely audible, it was enough to stop Ethan.
"A love that causes pain is not the type of love I desire to maintain."
Nathaniel slowly moved forward, positioned in between them with a firm and unwavering gaze. "If you still have any respect for your father, Ethan, I hope you'll leave me safely tonight before I forget about your family."
Ethan maintained a long gaze at his uncle, with irregular breathing. At last, he breathed deeply, his lips exuding with a bitter smile. "Wouldn't you be surprised?" Who do you think I am?
His gaze was imperceptible as he looked back at Madeline once more, his eyes blurring between love and longing.
“Congratulations on your marriage, Madeline. Let your happiness remain as enduring as the time when I forgot you. "
<The reply came quickly, as if Madeline were smiling behind the screen.Good luck with your work. See you later.Nathaniel put his phone away. When the meeting room door opened and the sound of footsteps filled the space again, he stepped inside with quiet confidence.The meeting room slowly filled once more. Chairs were pulled back, paper brushed against paper, and low conversations floated through the air before finally settling.Nathaniel stood at the head of the table, waiting until all attention focused on him. The faces before him looked tired, yet focused a sign that the morning session had drained energy, but also built common ground.“All right,” he said, his voice calm but clear. “This afternoon session won’t be long. We’re focusing on one thing: making sure the foundation we built this morning is truly ready to be implemented.”He turned on the projector. T
The corridor felt quieter than it had that morning. Nathaniel’s footsteps echoed softly on the marble floor, steady but unhurried. He pressed the elevator button, loosening his tie slightly as he waited for the doors to open. For the first time since morning, he truly felt the weight on his shoulders begin to ease not disappearing, but redistributed in a more human way.The elevator descended slowly. Inside, he checked his afternoon agenda: a brief lunch with the core team, then a call with legal, followed by a review of vendor contracts before the afternoon session. Busy, yes but not suffocating. He remembered Madeline’s message don’t forget to eat a simple reminder he used to ignore, now feeling like an anchor.In the lobby, sunlight poured through the tall glass panels, reflecting off neatly arranged green plants. Nathaniel paused for a moment, took a breath. He decided to walk to a small restaurant across the building, not the private dining room
“All right,” said one of the board members, a middle-aged man with a cool tone. “Let’s talk about reputational risk. Sonia’s name has resurfaced in the project structure. We all know the history.”Several pairs of eyes immediately turned to Nathaniel.He did not rush to answer. His hands were neatly folded on the table, his posture upright. “I’m not blind to that,” he said at last. “Precisely because of that history, we’ve set clear boundaries. Her role is well defined, her responsibilities measurable, and all strategic decisions remain under the board’s authority.”“And if a conflict of interest arises?” another asked sharply.“We’ve prepared mitigation mechanisms,” Nathaniel replied calmly. “Independent audits, dual reporting lines, and a termination clause if standards are violated. There’s no gray area.”A brief silence
Nathaniel held her closer, and for the first time in a long while, he knew: today with all its pressure ended in the right place.They didn’t move right away. Time seemed to soften around them, letting the fatigue of the day fall away on its own. Nathaniel felt Madeline’s steady breathing against his chest, warm and real.He realized how rarely he allowed moments like this to last without feeling the need to do something, reply to messages, open a laptop, plan the next step.Now, he simply was.Madeline eventually shifted slightly, looking up at Nathaniel’s face from close range. “You seem more present tonight,” she said softly, as if afraid to disturb the moment.Nathaniel smiled faintly. “Because I am present. Not half my mind somewhere else.”Madeline nodded, her fingers unconsciously tracing small lines along Nathaniel’s arm. “I often worry,” she admitted honestly. “
Madeline finally released her grip and stood up slowly, as if unwilling to disturb the calm still lingering in the air. The morning light grew brighter, slipping through the gaps in the curtains and bathing the room in a soft, golden hue. Nathaniel remained lying there for a moment, watching Madeline’s back as she walked toward the small kitchen in the corner of the apartment.The aroma of coffee soon filled the space, simple, yet comforting. For Nathaniel, that scent had always marked the beginning of the day not as a reminder of work burdens, but as the rhythm of a life he could still enjoy.He got up, straightened the shirt he had left draped over a chair the night before, and walked over to Madeline. He stood behind her without immediately embracing her, simply waiting, savoring the moment as it was.“You know,” Madeline said as she poured hot water, “a few years ago I always imagined mornings like this but they felt too far out of reach.”Nathaniel smiled. “And now?”“Now,” Made
Nathaniel nodded. “And tonight I just want to be your husband.”The words warmed Madeline’s chest. She took his hand, threading her fingers through his. “I don’t want you to lose yourself to the outside world,” she said honestly. “I want you to come home whole.”Nathaniel looked at their joined hands. “That’s why I need this,” he murmured. “Not to escape but to remember who I really am.”They fell silent again. Outside, the city sounds softened, as if the world itself was giving them space. Drowsiness slowly crept over Madeline, though her thoughts still wandered.“There’s something I’ve never asked you,” she said suddenly.Nathaniel raised an eyebrow slightly. “What is it?”“What are you most afraid of now?”He didn’t answer right away. He stared at the ceiling, then exhaled deeply. “I’m afra







