INICIAR SESIÓNSarah’s POVI stood at the front of the building, my palms slightly damp despite the soft morning breeze brushing against them. My heart sank like a ship struck by torpedoes. The moment felt heavier than I imagined.Right there before me, boldly written at the top of the marble wall, was the name Innovation Communist. The same company Dave had asked me to send an email to last night.I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside my chest. One thing I have learned since graduating from college is that before applying to any job, you must first understand the company deeply. Preparation had become my silent rule.According to Dave, the company trusted him, and they knew he would not recommend anyone who was not capable. But that did not mean I should rely only on his word. If anything, it made me even more determined to prove that his trust was not misplaced.So, throughout the night, before finally hitting the send button, I spent hours researching them. I was on their website,
Sarah’s POVThe moment I stepped back inside, I saw her, Cynthia. Her eyes were glued to her phone like she was reading something that carried weight, something that stirred emotions too heavy for her age.She sighed deeply as she saw me closed the door behind me, her shoulders rising and falling with a quiet tension that instantly caught my attention. For a brief second, she stood there, staring down at her phone, then pressed the button at its side as though shutting it off could silence whatever truth she had just read.My mother was in the kitchen, just by the corner of the living room, wiping her hands on a towel. The faint aroma of stew filled the air. It was obvious she had been cooking for us. The warmth of home contrasted the sudden cold I felt inside me, the kind that came when silence carried too many unspoken things.“So, he’s gone?” Cynthia’s small, fragile voice finally broke through the quiet.That question pierced me. With it, I knew exactly what she meant and who she
Sarah’s POVI watched how Dave stepped into his Ferrari, his bruised face still holding a quiet strength, while Abraham withdrew in backward steps, his pride clearly wounded.Dave’s opened the driver’s door and slid into the seat, settling into the car like a man too calm for the chaos that had just happened. I found myself walking toward Dave’s Ferrari before I even realized it. Somehow, he already knew I would come to him. He wound down his car window, turning to me with a faint, tired smile that softened his face despite the bruise spreading beneath his eye.“That ex-husband of yours is really an animal,” he said with a half-smirk that carried both pain and humor. “I’m glad you left him.”I blinked, the words stinging even though I knew he didn’t mean to offend. “I’m sorry you had to go through this,” I said quickly, my voice trembling with sincerity as I stood beside his car.I reached out instinctively, my fingers hovering near his face. I wanted to see how deep the wound went, t
Sarah’s POVI was about to go into Cynthia’s room to talk to her about how my day went, about how I saw Abraham’s car parked outside, and to ask if she had been the one who invited him.A part of me already knew she might not want to tell me the truth right away. Not because she wanted to keep secrets from me or to do things behind my back that she knew I wouldn’t agree to, but because she had a habit of softening the truth, of protecting my feelings even when I didn’t ask her to.But tonight, I was determined. She was a child, yes, but that didn’t mean she should be left to make choices that could reopen old wounds.I had already made up my mind. I was going to tell her tonight the reason why we could not let Abraham back into our lives, let alone into our home.I knew he was her father, and no matter how much she tried to hide it, she would always have a soft spot for him. That’s the way love works for a child; it doesn’t vanish because of betrayal. It lingers, waiting for a moment
Abraham’s POVMy legs were shaky. My palms were sweaty. I felt my heart racing like it wanted to explode out of my chest. The sight before me hit harder than any punch life had ever thrown.Right there, beside that green Ferrari gleaming under the evening sun, stood the man who looked like he owned the world. He stepped around the car, opened the door with quiet authority, and helped Sarah out like she was royalty. My stomach dropped the moment I saw his hand on hers.They kissed like two people who had known each other for a lifetime. It wasn’t rushed or hesitant—it was deep, certain, and intimate. Watching it tore something open inside me. That single moment made me realize that I had truly lost her.I lost everything because of how stupid I was.When a person has the best of the best right at his fingertips, he often doesn’t know the value until it slips away. That was me now—broken, watching my past slip into someone else’s arms. I didn’t know the value of Sarah when I had her.Sh
Sarah’s POVTo say that I didn’t like how Dave drove would be unfair. Earlier on, when he drove me to his restaurant, he was calm and careful behind the wheel, never once making me clutch my seatbelt out of fear. The ride was smooth, peaceful, and even comforting in a strange way that made me forget the chaos of my own thoughts for a while.Now, as he drove me back home, he handled the steering in the same gentle manner. The hum of the engine and the soft rhythm of the night air brushing past the car windows made everything feel oddly serene.We talked about so many things that night, things that took us back to our college days. We laughed about the silly arguments we once had in class and the endless group projects that left us sleep-deprived but united. Then, Dave brought up that one student who had boldly stood up to the school management over an unfair new policy. The policy had almost caused an uproar, but that brave student had protested until the school finally changed it.I sm







