Masuk[Alice’s POV]David stared at me. His jaw was working — the muscle flexing and releasing, flexing and releasing, the physical manifestation of a man trying to process something his mind was refusing to accept."You're choosing him," David said. It wasn't a question. It was a diagnosis. The way a doctor delivers a terminal prognosis. Not with malice, but with the flat, professional resignation of someone who has run out of treatment options."Yes," I said. "I'm choosing Adam. Not because he's perfect. Not because he's wealthy or powerful or any of the things that used to matter to people like us. I'm choosing him because he's here for me. Because he jumped into a river for me. Because he woke up from a coma and the first thing he did was hold my hand. Because he's willing to drive strangers around Zurich if it means he can be in the same room as me and my daughter and this baby."I glanced over at Adam. He was standing very still, his face a landscape of emotion that I was only beginni
[Alice’s POV]Still, he continued. "And now you're standing in my ex-wife's doorway, holding her hand, wearing clothes that don't fit you, looking like you just crawled out of a hospital — which, technically, you did — and you have the audacity to look at me like I'm the one who doesn't belong here."David's voice had risen. Not to a shout, not yet, but to that particular pitch that I knew from experience was the precursor to shouting. The controlled escalation of a man who wanted you to know that he was angry but was trying — barely — to keep it contained."I never stopped loving her, David," Adam said smoothly. His tone was quiet. Calm. The voice of a man who had already lost everything and was therefore not afraid of losing more. "I know that makes me a bad friend to you. I know it makes me a worse brother. But it's the truth, and I'm done pretending otherwise.""You never stopped —" David laughed. A short, ugly sound. "Of course you didn't. That's the problem with you, Adam. You'r
[Alice’s POV]He looked... good. That was the first thing I noticed, and I hated that I noticed it. He was wearing a navy overcoat over a charcoal sweater, his hair freshly cut, his jaw clean-shaven, his skin carrying the kind of healthy, well-rested glow that only comes from a life without trauma. In his left hand he held Camilla's small pink backpack, the one with the cartoon unicorn on the front.In his right hand, nothing. No envelope. No card. No ultimatum.Just himself.And behind him, with one hand clutching a stuffed rabbit, was Camilla."Mommy!" She pulled away from David and ran to me, her arms outstretched, her face split into a grin that was missing a front tooth. I caught her — carefully, one-handed, my belly making the maneuver awkward — and pulled her against me, breathing in the familiar scent of her hair, the strawberry shampoo and the little-girl warmth that I had been missing for too long."Hey, baby," I said, my voice cracking. "Hey, hey, hey. I missed you so much.
[Alice’s POV]"I think it's a start. For now, anyway." His eyes were shining. Not with tears but with something that looked like hope, raw and fragile and newly born."I think you start with what you have, and you build from there. I think you don't need an empire to build a home. You need two people who are willing to show up."He reached out with his good hand. Not to touch me — not yet. Just held it there, palm up, fingers slightly open. An offering. An invitation."Let me take care of you, Alice. Let me try. I know I'm not what you imagined. I know I'm not what you planned. But I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere. And I will spend every day proving that I am worthy of the chance you're giving me, if you'll just — if you'll just say, yes."I stared at his open hand. At the lines on his palm. I saw the calluses from years of surgical instruments, the small scars from procedures gone wrong, the fresh pink skin healing after the river had torn him apart. I stared at that hand, and I
[Alice’s POV]He put his folder down on the counter. Opened it. He took out a single sheet of paper — not a letter, not a contract, but a printout of what looked like an app interface. A logo at the top: a stylized steering wheel inside a circle. Beneath it, the words Drive Zurich in a clean, modern font."I found a job," he declared.I looked at the paper. Then at him. "A... driving job?""Ride-share," he clarified. "Like a taxi, but through an app. People request rides, I pick them up, I drive them where they need to go. The company takes a percentage; I keep the rest. No interviews. No background checks beyond the basic criminal record screening. And before you ask, yes, my record showed up, and yes, they approved me anyway. Apparently, a felony conviction for hacking doesn't disqualify you from driving a sedan."He was talking fast — faster than usual, the words tumbling out in a way that was so unlike his normal, measured cadence that it took me a moment to realize what I was hea
[Alice’s POV]The sanctions began to emerge on the third day.I didn't know they were sanctions at first. I thought it was bad luck, or a tight market, or the simple misfortune of a man with a criminal record and a destroyed reputation trying to find honest work in a city that ran on reputation the way other cities ran on electricity.Adam left the villa at seven in the morning. He was wearing more borrowed clothes. Endall had quietly delivered a small stack of additional items the night before. Plain, neutral colors. Nothing that carried a label or a logo.Adam had a paper copy of his CV in a folder from my study. He had spent two hours the previous evening updating it. His bandaged right hand made the handwriting slow and uneven, the letters slightly crooked where his splinted fingers couldn't grip the pen properly."There's a private clinic in District Three," he'd said over breakfast. "They're looking for a medical consultant. Non-surgical — which is fortunate, given the state of
[Alice's POV]The incandescent lights in the hospital corridor seemed to sway in front of my eyes, blurring into a dazzling halo.I sat on a chair in the waiting area, my hands tightly clasped, my fingertips digging hard into the skin of the back of my hands.The pain in my abdomen had turned into
[Alice’s POV]“What I see,” David said, enunciating each word, “is that my wife dropped the medicine Lily shouldn’t have taken, from her pocket, and my daughter said you gave it to Lily. Now, Lily, who almost died, is generously excusing you before falling unconscious again.”He glared at me. “Alic
[David’s POV]Alice stood up, easing Camilla onto her feet at the same time. Her movements were a bit slow, and she even staggered for a moment. I immediately wanted to support her, and when I raised my arm to lend support, she seemed to be startled. She pulled away from me.Her gaze was lowered, s
[Alice’s POV]I fetched a cup of coffee for Lily from the hospital canteen. I hoped it would help soothe her agitation.Lily was quietly sobbing when I came back to her room. She stopped crying and raised her head, her red and swollen eyes flashing with a light that was hard to decipher. She slowly







