LOGINSarah: "Is everything alright, Mr. Thorne?"Gabriel: "No. But I'm working on it."He left the office, ignoring the surprised looks from his staff. Gabriel Thorne never left early. Never cancelled meetings. Never prioritized anything over work.But tonight, he couldn't pretend. Couldn't smile and make small talk and discuss profit margins when his entire world was falling apart.He needed to think. Needed to figure out what he was actually doing.Because Patricia was right. Everything he'd been doing, the breakfasts, the flowers, the constant attempts to show Elena he'd changed, it was all about easing his own guilt. Proving to himself that he wasn't the monster who'd destroyed his marriage.But what did Elena actually need?Space. Distance. Time to heal without the constant pressure of his presence.And he'd given her that. For almost a week now, he'd stayed away.But inside, he was still obsessing. Still thinking about her every second. Still checking his phone hoping she'd text.Sti
Gabriel sat in his penthouse office, staring at the bandages wrapped around his left hand.Three fingers. Multiple cuts from the past three weeks of attempting to be something he'd never been: domestic. Useful. The kind of man who could take care of someone through simple, everyday gestures.He'd failed spectacularly.The burns on his right hand were healing, at least. The scar from the knife slip last Tuesday was still tender, but the stitches had held.Small prices to pay for the chance to show Elena he cared.Except she didn't want him to care. She'd made that explicitly clear."Forget about me," Gabriel murmured to the empty office, repeating Elena's words. "Reject her. Let her go."His right hand moved unconsciously to the wedding ring on his left hand, twisting it slowly. He'd never taken it off. Not once in the three months since Elena had left. Not even when his lawyer had suggested it might send the wrong message during the separation.The gold band caught the afternoon light
The note was short: "I know you're still rejecting everything I send. I know you probably won't eat this. But I needed to make it anyway. Needed to do something, anything, that might help you. Even if you'll never know how much I mean it. -G"Elena's vision blurred with tears.This was the breakfast she'd craved during her first trimester with her friend's pregnancy. The one thing that had sounded appealing when everything else made her nauseous.Gabriel had remembered.After all these years, after all the times she'd felt invisible in their marriage, he'd remembered."Damn you," she whispered to the empty kitchen. "Damn you, Gabriel Thorne."But she sat down and ate the oatmeal anyway.It was perfectly made. The berries were fresh and sweet. The egg was cooked exactly how she liked it.And with every bite, Elena felt her walls cracking.That evening, Elena composed a text to Gabriel seventeen times before finally sending one.Elena: Stop sending breakfast.Three dots appeared immedia
The first breakfast arrived on a Tuesday morning.Elena was sitting in the estate's sunroom, trying to keep down some dry toast, when the doorbell rang. Nathaniel answered it and returned moments later carrying an insulated food container with a note attached."It's from Gabriel," Nathaniel said carefully, setting it on the table.Elena's stomach churned, and it had nothing to do with morning sickness. "I don't want it.""Elena…""I told him not to contact me. I was very clear about that." She pushed away from the table, her toast forgotten. "Send it back."Nathaniel opened the note instead. "It says: 'I know you're not sleeping well. Chamomile tea and honey toast helped when you had insomnia during our first year of marriage. I hope it still helps. -G'"Something twisted in Elena's chest. She remembered those early days, when she'd been too anxious about being a good wife to sleep. Gabriel had noticed, one of the few times he'd actually paid attention, and made her tea.It had been o
Twenty minutes later, Elena was sitting in the mall's management office, sipping tea with Mr. Peterson, the plaza's general manager."I'm so sorry about that incident, Miss Sterling," he was saying, wringing his hands nervously. "If we'd known there was a problem sooner…""It's fine, Mr. Peterson. Really." Elena set down her teacup. "I didn't come here to cause trouble. I just needed to do some shopping and ran into someone from my past.""Still, we'll make sure Ms. Chen doesn't return to the property. And if there's anything we can do to make your visit more pleasant…""Actually," Elena said thoughtfully, "there is one thing. Do you have a list of all the stores and restaurants in the plaza?"Mr. Peterson looked puzzled but pulled up the information on his computer. "Of course. Is there something specific you're looking for?"Elena scanned the list, an idea forming. "I'd like to know which establishments are struggling. Which ones are behind on rent or having financial difficulties."
Elena needed to get out of the house.After three days of hiding in her room, alternating between tears and anger, Nathaniel had finally convinced her that fresh air and a change of scenery would do her good."You can't hibernate forever," he'd said that morning. "The babies need you to take care of yourself. And that includes occasionally leaving the estate."So Elena found herself at Meridian Plaza, one of the city's most upscale shopping centers. She wasn't really looking for anything in particular, just needed to be somewhere that wasn't her bedroom, somewhere she couldn't obsess over Gabriel's last words to her.I love you. Whether you believe it or not... it's true."Stop it," Elena muttered to herself, pausing in front of a boutique window. "You don't care what he said. You don't care about him at all."She was getting better at the lie. Almost believed it sometimes.Elena pushed into the boutique, thinking maybe some new clothes would help. Most of her wardrobe was from her ma







