LOGINThe office was quiet.Not the kind of quiet that felt empty, but the one that carried focus.Victoria sat across the table, her hands resting on a closed file. She had not opened it yet and she didn’t need to.Not immediately.Her lawyer sat opposite her, flipping through a set of organized documents. Nothing in the room felt rushed.Everything had been planned.“Are you ready to go through it?” he asked. Victoria nodded once, “Yes.”Her voice was calm and steady.But inside, something shifted.This was not about emotions anymore, this was proof.Her lawyer turned the file toward her and opened it slowly.“Let’s start from the beginning,” he said. Victoria leaned slightly forward.Her eyes moved to the first page. A timeline, dates, events and movements. Simple on the surface but precise.Her lawyer tapped the page lightly. “This is the structure of our argument,” he explained.Victoria read through it carefully. The early dates were familiar. Her marriage, her illness, doctor visits,
Victoria sat across from Aunt Mary, her fingers resting lightly on the arm of the chair. She took a slow breath before speaking.“Well, Aunt Mary… Gabriel and I have nothing in common anymore. And as a matter of fact, I am still insisting on the divorce.” Her voice was calm.Aunt Mary leaned forward, studying her face. “Are you sure about this?” she asked gently.Victoria nodded once, “Yes.”She paused briefly, then continued.“Gabriel is going through a lot right now. The woman he thought would give him peace… has taken his peace away from him. She broke him.”Aunt Mary frowned slightly. “I don’t understand,” she said.Victoria leaned back and continued, “Gabriel also filed for divorce against Prisca.” Aunt Mary’s eyes widened.“They’re divorcing too?” she asked.“Yes.” “And they still live together?”Victoria nodded. “Like strangers.”Aunt Mary shook her head slowly. “What happened?” Victoria’s expression didn’t change.“Gabriel found out something.” She paused then said it clearly.
Victoria leaned back in her seat, her head slightly tilted as she sang along to the music playing from the speakers.Her voice wasn’t perfect.She didn’t care.Beside her, Aunt Mary clapped her hands lightly, laughing as she joined in.“You’ve missed your calling,” Aunt Mary teased.Victoria smiled.“Please, don’t encourage me. I might actually believe you.”They both laughed again.The road stretched ahead of them, long but smooth.Traffic moved slowly, but neither of them seemed to mind.For once, there was no rush.Victoria glanced out the window, people moved along the streets, vendors stood by the roadside, cars passed in both directions, and life looked normal and simple.And for the first time in a long while, she felt like she was part of it again.“You look different,” Aunt Mary said suddenly.Victoria turned slightly.“Different how?”“Lighter,” she replied.Victoria didn’t answer immediately.She thought about it.Was she lighter? Hmm maybe.Anne was better now.That alone
Victoria closed the car door gently.The sound felt louder than usual.Not because of the noise but because of what she had just heard.Aunt Mary settled into the passenger seat, adjusting her bag.She glanced at Victoria, “You’ve been quiet,” she said softly.Victoria didn’t respond immediately.Her hands rested on the steering wheel, but she hadn’t started the engine.Her eyes were distant and focused on something far beyond the road ahead.“Victoria?” Aunt Mary called again.Victoria inhaled slowly, then turned the key.The engine came alive.“I’m fine,” she said.But her voice didn’t match the words, they drove in silence.Aunt Mary didn’t push.She had learned something about Victoria over time—When she goes quiet, something serious is happening.After a few minutes, the car slowed.Then turned into a large compound, it is a hospital.Aunt Mary frowned slightly.“Why are we here?”Victoria parked, she turned off the engine, and for a moment, she didn’t move.Then she spoke.“Som
Victoria had not planned anything serious that evening.No meetings, no calls, no legal discussions, and for once, she wanted something simple.“Let’s go out,” she had said earlier.Aunt Mary looked up from where she sat.“Go out to where?”“To the cinema.” Victoria saidAunt Mary raised a brow.“Cinema?”Victoria smiled faintly.“Yes. Just a movie. Nothing heavy.”Aunt Mary studied her for a moment, then nodded “Alright.”It had been a long time since they did something ordinary.Something not tied to pain and something not tied to the past.The cinema hall was half full when they arrived.The lights were dim, and the soft chatter filled the space.Victoria bought popcorn.Aunt Mary insisted on drinks.“You always forget buying drinks,” she said.Victoria smiled.“And you always remember.”They walked in side by side together and found their seats.The screen lit up shortly after.The movie began.At first, it felt like any other film.Characters introduced, scenes unfolding slowly,
The house felt warmer that evening.Not because anything had changed physically, but because someone important was back.Victoria stood in the kitchen, stirring slowly.The aroma of spices filled the air.It had been a while since she cooked like this.Not for herself but for someone who mattered.Upstairs, Aunt Mary rested.The journey from France had been long.Victoria had insisted she sleep first.“Rest,” she had said gently. “We’ll talk later.”Now, later had come.Victoria turned off the stove and wiped her hands.She glanced toward the staircase.Then walked to the base and called out softly.“Aunty… dinner is ready.”A few seconds passed, then footsteps.Aunt Mary appeared at the top of the stairs.She looked relaxed and refreshed.“I didn’t know I slept that long,” she said with a light smile.“You needed it,” Victoria replied.Aunt Mary came down carefully, her eyes moved toward the dining table then widened slightly.“Oh…”Victoria smiled faintly.“Sit. Let me serve you.”Au
Prisca didn’t cry.She didn’t pace or wring her hands or stare anxiously at the door the way she used to when Gabriel was late. Instead, she stood in the middle of her living room, phone in hand, sunlight spilling across the polished floor, and felt something dangerously close to joy.It had been d
Gabriel’s eyes snapped open, a storm of fury barely restrained behind his calm mask. He drew in a slow breath, feeling his chest tighten, his fists clenching at his sides. His jaw ached from holding it in, from keeping the tempest at bay, but the moment had come. He would not let this slide. Not to
Victoria did not wake up one morning and feel healed.Healing did not come like light flooding a dark room. It came slowly. In pieces. In breaths she had to remind herself to take.The first few days after leaving the hospital were the hardest.Her body felt like it no longer belonged to her. Her
Gabriel had not planned to come back to the hospital.In truth, he had tried not to think about it at all—tried to bury the memory of sterile hallways and humming machines beneath the routines of his days. But some places did not let go so easily. Some buildings remembered you. They carried echoes.







