LOGINThe airport was quieter than Alina Virelle remembered.
Or maybe it only felt that way because she had stopped expecting noise that mattered.
She sat by the window, her suitcase neatly placed beside her.
The boarding process had not started yet.
Outside the glass, planes moved like distant thoughts taking off, landing, disappearing into skies that never apologized for who it left behind.
Alina lowered her gaze to her phone.
The screen lit up again.
Missed messages.
Birthday wishes. Work updates. Friends remembering her existence in scattered pieces.She scrolled once.
Twice.
Then stopped.
Still nothing from Lucien Drax.
Not a single message.
Not even a late “safe flight.”
Her fingers stayed still on the screen for a long moment before she finally locked it.
Silence didn’t hurt like it used to.
It just felt… familiar now.
The boarding announcement echoed softly through the terminal.
Passengers began to rise.
Alina stood slowly, adjusting her coat.
Calm.
Controlled.
Almost as if she wasn’t leaving a life behind.
Almost.
Viremont — Drax VillaThe night felt heavier than usual.
Lucien Drax stepped inside just before midnight, his coat draped neatly over his arm.
Everything about him looked composed.
Controlled.
Perfect.
But the moment he entered the villa, something felt off.
Too quiet.
Not the normal kind of quiet.
An emptiness that didn’t belong.
“Mara,” he called.
The housekeeper appeared quickly.
“Yes, sir.”
Lucien loosened his cufflinks.
“Where is Alina?”
A pause.
Then
“She hasn’t returned since yesterday.”
His hand stopped mid-motion.
For half a second.
Just half.
Then he continued as if nothing had happened.
“She came back last night,” he repeated slowly.
“Yes, sir. But she left again this morning.”
Silence.
Lucien turned slightly.
“Left where?”
Mara hesitated.
“To the airport.”
That time, he didn’t respond immediately.
Not anger.
Not shock.
Just stillness.
As if his mind refused to accept the information.
Then
“Why wasn’t I informed?”
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
Mara lowered her head.
“She asked me to give you something.”
She handed him an envelope.
Lucien took it.
But he didn’t open it immediately.
Instead, he stared at it.
Long.
Unmoving.
Like it might change shape if he waited long enough.
Finally, he tore it open.
The Airport — EarlierAlina sat quietly by the window seat.
The plane had begun moving slowly.
A gentle vibration under her feet.
A movement forward.
Away.
Her fingers rested lightly on her lap.
For a moment, she closed her eyes.
Seven years of marriage didn’t flash before her like memories in films.
It came as fragments.
Cold dinner tables.
Missed birthdays. Waiting rooms that never ended. Phone calls she answered first. Silences she always filled.And Lucien…
Always distant.
Always somewhere else.
She opened her eyes again.
No tears came.
Only clarity.
The plane accelerated.
And Viremont slowly disappeared beneath the clouds.
Drax Villa — Present
Lucien stood alone in the living room.
The envelope lay open in his hand.
His eyes moved across the page once.
Then stopped.
DIVORCE AGREEMENT.
The words didn’t feel real.
Not at first.
Then they did.
Something shifted in the air.
He read it again.
Slower this time.
As if reading differently would change the meaning.
It didn’t.
Mara stood silently near the door, afraid to speak.
Finally
“Sir…”
Lucien didn’t look at her.
“Where did she go?”
“I… don’t know, sir.”
Silence.
Then
He folded the paper carefully.
Not crumpling it.
Not destroying it.
Just… controlling it.
Like everything else in his life.
“Call her lawyer,” he said finally.
Mara blinked.
“Sir?”
Lucien’s voice dropped slightly.
“Tell them this divorce will not proceed.”
No emotion.
No hesitation.
Just decision.
Mara left quickly.
The Airport — Later
Alina stood in line to board.
Her phone vibrated again.
She glanced down.
Unknown Caller.
Then again.
And again.
She didn’t answer.
Because she already knew who it was.
The plane doors opened.
Passengers moved forward.
Alina stepped into the line.
And for the first time in years
She didn’t look back at her phone.
Not once.
Drax Villa — NightLucien sat in the car outside the villa for a long time.
The engine was still running.
But he didn’t move.
His phone was in his hand.
Calling.
Ringing.
No answer.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Then silence.
He lowered the phone slowly.
The assistant in the front seat hesitated.
“Sir… should we return?”
Lucien didn’t respond immediately.
His gaze stayed fixed ahead.
Then
“Go to the airport.”
The driver hesitated.
“She’s already boarded, sir.”
A pause.
Then Lucien spoke quietly.
“Then find out where she’s going.”
A beat.
His voice hardened slightly.
“She doesn’t disappear without telling me.”
But even as he said it…
Something in his chest felt unfamiliar.
Not anger.
Not control.
Something worse.
Absence
Above the Clouds
Alina leaned her head against the window.
The city below had already disappeared.
Only clouds remained now.
Soft.
Endless.
Unreachable.
Her phone stayed dark in her hand.
No calls answered.
No messages checked.
She turned it off completely.
And for the first time…
There was no expectation left in her silence.
Only distance.
Drax Villa — Final SceneLucien stood alone in the dark living room.
The divorce paper still lay on the table.
Neatly placed.
Like it still meant something.
His phone vibrated again.
This time, he didn’t pick it up immediately.
He just stared at it.
Then finally answered.
“Sir,” his assistant said urgently, “Madam has already left the country.”
Silence.
Long.
Heavy.
Then Lucien spoke quietly.
“Find out everything.”
A pause.
His voice dropped lower.
“And don’t stop until you find her.”
He ended the call.
And for a long time…
He didn’t move.
Just stared at the empty space in front of him.
As if realizing something he had never prepared for.
Alina Virelle was gone.
And this time…
She wasn’t waiting to come back.
Lucien Drax had never been good at waiting.Not for meetings. Not for people. Not for answers.And definitely not for Alina Virelle.Yet for the third night in a row, he found himself sitting inside a parked car across from her building, staring up at lit windows that never opened for him.The city lights reflected against the windshield.Cold. Distant.Just like her.His assistant sat quietly in the front seat, careful not to speak unless necessary.“Sir… should we return?”Lucien didn’t answer immediately.His gaze remained fixed on the building entrance.“She worked late again?” he asked.“Yes, sir.”“And yesterday?”“The same.”Silence.Lucien leaned back slowly.“She used to sleep before eleven.”The assistant froze slightly, surprised by the random observation.Lucien didn’t seem to notice he had said it out loud.Or maybe he did.But didn’t care.Another light in the building turned off.Then another.People began leaving one after another.But not her.Lucien’s jaw tightened
Alina Virelle didn’t expect him to come again so soon.But Lucien Drax had never been patient with things he considered his.And that was the problem.She was no longer one of them.She stepped out of her office building late in the evening.The sky was dim, the city lights already awake.Her assistant followed slightly behind.“Miss Virelle… there’s a car outside. It’s been waiting for you.”Alina didn’t stop walking.“Send it away.”A pause.“Ma’am… it’s Mr. Drax.”That made her slow down.Just slightly.Not surprise.Not fear.Recognition.Then she continued walking.“I said send it away.”Outside, Lucien stood by his car.Still.Patient in appearance.But the air around him was not patient at all.When Alina finally stepped out, their eyes met instantly.He didn’t smile.He never did when things didn’t go his way.“You’re avoiding even sight of me now?” he asked.Alina closed her coat slowly.“I’m not avoiding you,” she said calmly.“I’m living.”That answer made something tighten
The first time Lucien Drax appeared in Alina Virelle’s new city, she didn’t look surprised.She only paused for half a second.Then continued walking.Like he was just another person in her way.That alone was more irritating than any rejection.“Alina.”His voice cut through the quiet street.Low.Controlled.Familiar in a way she no longer wanted to respond to.She stopped.Slowly.Not because he called her.But because she chose to.Then she turned around.Her expression was calm.Too calm.“What are you doing here?” she asked.Lucien stepped closer.No hesitation.“I asked a question first.”Alina tilted her head slightly.“That’s not how conversations work anymore.”Silence.A faint wind passed between them.Lucien studied her face.As if trying to find something missing.Something he expected to still be there.“You’re ignoring all communication,” he said finally.“I’m not ignoring,” she replied. “I ended them.”That word again.Ended.Lucien’s jaw tightened slightly.“You don’t
Alina Virelle woke up in a place that had no memories of him.That alone felt like silence she could finally breathe inside.The apartment was simple, clean, and unfamiliar. Floor-to-ceiling windows showed a city that didn’t know her name yet. No servants. No Drax Villa staff. No expectations waiting behind every door.Just her.She sat up slowly, brushing her hair back, letting the morning light touch her face.For a moment, she didn’t move.Not because she was sad.But because she wasn’t used to mornings that didn’t belong to someone else’s schedule.Her phone lay on the table nearby.It had been turned on again.And the notifications were still there.Dozens.Missed calls.Unknown numbers.Lucien Drax.Again and again and again.She stared at the screen without expression.Then placed it face down.And walked away.Viremont — Drax CorporationLucien Drax had not slept.His office lights were still on even though morning had already broken across the city.Reports were scattered acr
The airport was quieter than Alina Virelle remembered.Or maybe it only felt that way because she had stopped expecting noise that mattered.She sat by the window, her suitcase neatly placed beside her.The boarding process had not started yet.Outside the glass, planes moved like distant thoughts taking off, landing, disappearing into skies that never apologized for who it left behind.Alina lowered her gaze to her phone.The screen lit up again.Missed messages.Birthday wishes.Work updates.Friends remembering her existence in scattered pieces.She scrolled once.Twice.Then stopped.Still nothing from Lucien Drax.Not a single message.Not even a late “safe flight.”Her fingers stayed still on the screen for a long moment before she finally locked it.Silence didn’t hurt like it used to.It just felt… familiar now.The boarding announcement echoed softly through the terminal.Passengers began to rise.Alina stood slowly, adjusting her coat.Calm.Controlled.Almost as if she wasn
The rain started before Alina Virelle’s plane landed in Viremont.Cold droplets streaked across the airplane window, blurring the city lights beneath the dark sky.Nine twenty-three at night.Alina lowered her eyes to her phone the moment the signal returned.The screen lit up instantly.Messages flooded in one after another.Happy birthday, Alina!Wishing you happiness always!Have an amazing day!Miss you!Don’t work too hard!Dozens of notifications.Friends.Business partners.Old classmates.Even distant relatives remembered.Her thumb moved slowly across the screen.Then stopped.There was nothing from Lucien Drax.Not even a single word.The small smile on her lips faded quietly.For a moment, she stared at his chat box.Empty.Still, she typed first.Alina: I landed.She looked at the message for a few seconds before locking the screen.Maybe he was busy.That was what she told herself.Again.An hour later, the car stopped in front of Drax Villa.The familiar black gates slow







