LOGINNOAH“Perfect,” I muttered, staring at the cake I had just baked.It was my birthday, so I decided to make one myself. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction—over the years, I’d gotten better at cooking, and this one turned out just right.I cut a few slices and transferred them into food containers. After a quick shower, I stepped outside to deliver them to my neighbors—I couldn’t possibly eat the whole cake myself. They all greeted me warmly as I walked around.“Markus?” I called as I approached his house.He opened the door immediately, greeting me first with that familiar, knowing smile.“Morning, birthday boy,” he said, his voice soft and teasing.I nudged him playfully, and he just laughed. I handed him the container.“Yours is the biggest slice. Be grateful,” I said with a grin.He accepted it. “Thanks. I feel so special, even if it’s not my birthday.”Markus was a great cook and the first person who had introduced me to Swiss cuisine. I still remembered the first rec
My father.My hand immediately formed into a fist. He was standing there, staring at me. The simple clothes he wore were torn and filthy. His hair hung in tangled clumps, stiff and brittle, as if he hadn’t touched water in years. His eyes and lips were swollen, and dried blood crusted much of his face. Bruises covered every inch of his body.He barely looked like Clyden Salvador—the proud, successful, intimidating man I once knew. Instead, he looked like a beggar. Pathetic.And yet… I felt nothing but satisfaction.I walked toward him, keeping my expression calm.“What are you doing here?” I asked coldly.“Son… my son…” he murmured.I almost laughed. Son? I could hardly stomach the reality that he was, in fact, my father.“Don’t insult me with that, old man,” I spat back.“I… need your help,” he whimpered, clutching his stomach.He couldn’t even form words properly; his injuries and swollen lips made speech a struggle.“Who did this to you?” I demanded. “Who among the people you wrong
KAYDEN When Noah left me, my life lost its direction all over again.Every morning, the first thing I looked for when I opened my eyes was his face. Whenever I came home after work, he was the one I expected to see waiting for me. I stopped going home to my own condo; instead, I kept returning to his.His smile, his voice, the warmth of his touch… I missed them every minute of every day. There were nights when the silence inside that place almost drove me insane.To keep myself from completely losing it, I buried myself in work. I spent most of my days at the office, drowning in meetings, paperwork, and anything that could keep my mind occupied. As long as I was busy, I didn’t have to think about how empty everything felt without him.It wasn’t easy, but I kept holding on to the words he told me before he left.He said he would come back. We’re still gonna get married. That promise was the only thing keeping me sane.I continued living like that, repeating the same routine day after
Three years later… It was a bright Sunday morning. I stretched my arms above my head and let out a long yawn before stepping out onto the small wooden terrace, a mug of coffee warming my hands. I sat down on the old bench beside the railing and watched the sun slowly climb over the mountains. From here, the view was breathtaking. Massive peaks stood proudly in the distance while a soft blanket of morning fog drifted through the valley below. I took a slow sip of my coffee and let my mind wander. Three years ago, I made a decision I once thought I would regret for the rest of my life: I terminated the remaining years of my contract with my agency and left the country. At the time, I told myself it would only be for a year. I just needed distance from everything. I needed time to breathe. I needed peace. Switzerland was supposed to be temporary, but the countryside had a different plan for me. I ended up falling in love with it more than I ever expected. The silence, the nature, an
Zade: Dude @Noah, you good? You wanna grab a drink or something?Wat: Don’t take those negative comments personally. They don’t know you the way we do. We got your back, bro.I finally opened my phone to check messages after a while, and almost all of them were from friends and people checking up on me.I didn’t reply and instead opened my mom’s message.From: MomHow are you, Noah?I want to visit you, but I know you might want some alone time to clear your head. Call me if you need me—I’m just one call away.I know Kayden won’t leave your side, so make sure you take care of yourself too. Don’t pay attention to what other people are saying. You know who you are. We, the people close to you, know too.I saw unread messages from Franco and Aya, but I didn’t bother opening them.Then my body tensed as a message popped up from someone I least wanted to hear from.Clarisse: This is your last day. M
“I know it was your boyfriend who leaked that video, but that happened because of you.”“That was years ago,” I said quickly.“That may have been years ago, but he still did it!” she snapped. “Do you even know how that ruined my life and my career? I didn’t just lose my job; I lost myself too!”Her breathing grew heavier as anger filled her voice.“Do you know what it feels like to walk into a room and see judgment in every person’s eyes? My privacy was completely violated, and even now, people still use that video as an excuse to disrespect me!”For a moment, all the anger I had brought with me disappeared. I knew where she was coming from. I had seen how she disappeared from the spotlight and slowly rebuilt herself from the lowest point of her life, just like I was trying to do now.But I never wanted that to happen to her… so why did I have to suffer for it?“I didn’t mean for any of that to happen. I tried to stop him. I didn’t think he would actually do it.”“Shut up!” she yelled



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