INICIAR SESIÓNThe house was calm, morning light slipped through the curtains, resting gently across the floor. Everything looked normal.But Prisca was awake long before the sun fully rose. She sat at the edge of the bed, her phone resting in her palm. Not scrolling, not distracted, just thinking.The conversation from the night before stayed with her. The divorce was no longer a threat, it was happening. And the court case? That was something else entirely. Prisca inhaled slowly, then stood up.She walked toward the mirror and paused. Then she looked at herself for a long moment, she said nothing.The woman staring back at her felt unfamiliar. Not because her face had changed, but because something inside her had. And for the first time in a long while, she was not reacting, she was thinking ahead.She turned away from the mirror and walked out of the room. The hallway was empty. The children were still asleep. Gabriel had already left and that gave her all the time and space she needed to plan.S
The city felt louder than usual. Gabriel sat in the back seat of his car, his eyes fixed on nothing in particular as buildings passed by. His thoughts were elsewhere.The call from his lawyer earlier had been brief, too brief. “Come to the office,” Mr. Harrison had said.“It’s important.” That was all.Gabriel didn’t like vague conversations, especially not now. He leaned back slightly and closed his eyes for a moment, but rest didn’t come. Things were happening too fast. Victoria case, his children and the divorce he has filed against prisca.Prisca, he exhaled slowly. Nothing about his life felt simple anymore.The car slowed. “We’re here, sir,” his driver said. Gabriel opened his eyes. The building stood tall in front of him.He stepped out and walked inside without hesitation. The elevator ride felt longer than usual, he was going to the seventh floor.When the doors opened, he walked straight down the hallway. Mr. Harrison’s office door was already open.“Come in,” the lawyer sai
The living room felt still. Not quiet in a peaceful way, but quiet like something was about to shift.Gabriel sat upright, his hands resting on his knees while Prisca remained standing for a moment, watching him.Then she walked slowly to the chair across from him and sat down. Neither of them spoke immediately.This time, silence wasn’t avoidance, it was preparation.Gabriel broke it first. You said we need to talk, his voice was calm.Prisca nodded once.“Yes.” She clasped her hands together lightly. “I know about the case,” she said. Gabriel’s eyes sharpened slightly.“What case?” You don’t need to pretend,” she replied quietly. “The public hearing.”He leaned back slightly. “Who told you?”“It doesn’t matter, you are acting as if am not part of this family.” She continued.“They’re going to bring everything out.” Gabriel didn’t respond. “They’ll talk about your past,” she added. “About me and possibly the children.”That made him sit forward again. “No.” His voice was firm.“ That
The 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
The invitation arrived on a quiet Tuesday morning, slipped between utility bills and bank letters, sealed in thick cream paper that smelled faintly of perfume and ink.Victoria stared at it for a long moment before opening it.She already knew what it was.Charity gala.Annual.High-profile.The ki
Victoria used to believe power was loud.She had seen it in raised voices, slammed doors, sharp commands that left no room for questions. Power, she thought, belonged to people who spoke first and spoke the most. People who could silence a room just by walking into it.That belief almost destroyed
Gabriel stopped sleeping properly.It didn’t happen all at once. At first, it was just restlessness. He would fall asleep for an hour or two, then wake suddenly, heart racing, his mind already moving. Later, sleep became something he avoided. Every time he closed his eyes, memories slipped in—uninv
Victoria had learned something important: hiding meant surviving, but it didn’t mean winning.For weeks after leaving the hospital, she had stayed in quiet rooms, letting her body recover, letting her mind rest, letting the chaos of her past settle like dust. Aunt Mary helped every step of the way—







