LOGINThe courtroom was quieter than expected. People filled the seats in rows behind the main floor. Some came out of curiosity, others for work, and a few because they already knew the names involved.At the front, the judge’s seat stood elevated, Gabriel sat at the defendant’s table. his posture straight, his expression calm, but inside, nothing felt calm. Beside him, his lawyer, Mr. Harrison, reviewed a stack of documents.“Stay composed,” Mr. Harrison said quietly without looking up.“I am,” Gabriel replied. But composure and peace were not the same thing.Across the room, Victoria sat with her legal team dressed simply. No unnecessary attention but yet, her presence carried weight. She didn’t look at Gabriel.Her lawyer leaned closer to her, speaking in a low tone. She nodded slightly. No emotion showed on her face. That alone made the distance between them feel permanent.A few rows behind, Michael sat quietly, not involved directly, but connected to everything. He kept his eyes for
Morning came, but it did not feel new. For Gabriel, it felt like a continuation of a long night that never truly ended. He sat in his office, staring at the documents spread across his desk.His phone buzzed, he didn’t pick it up immediately because, he already knew what it would be. When he finally reached for it, the screen lit up with missed calls. Two from his manager, and one from his lawyer. He exhaled slowly.For years, he had handled pressure well, none of that had prepared him for this because this was not just business. This was personal and personal problems did not stay contained, they spread.He picked up the first file, the company had been stable. But over the past few weeks, things had shifted. Meetings had been postponed and people had started to notice.“Sir, we need your approval on this, sir, the partners are asking questions, sir, we can’t keep pushing this forward without direction.”He closed the file and pressed his fingers against his temple. Even here, he was
The afternoon was calm, Michael sat at the dining table, his laptop open in front of him. But his attention was elsewhere.His phone lay beside the laptop. He had picked it up three times in the last ten minutes. Each time, he unlocked it, checked, then dropped it back down.There was nothing new. Still, something didn’t feel right.Clara walked in from the bedroom, one hand resting lightly on her stomach, her steps were slow. “Are you working?” she asked softly. Michael looked up. “Trying to.”She noticed the tension immediately. “You don’t look like it.” He exhaled quietly, I’m not.She moved closer and pulled out the chair beside him, sitting down gently. “What is it?” she asked. Michael hesitated, not because he didn’t want to speak. But because he wasn’t sure how to start.Then his phone rang. Both of them looked at it. The name on the screen made his expression change.It was Gabriel's call. Michael stared at it for a second longer than necessary, then he picked it up. “Hello.”
The 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
Gabriel arrived home later that evening.The house was quiet.It had been that way for a long time now.Although he and Prisca still lived under the same roof, their lives had slowly separated in ways that were impossible to ignore.They slept in different rooms.They ate meals at different times.
The house felt different that evening.Not empty or tense, just unusually quiet.Daniel and Gabriel had returned home earlier than expected that afternoon. The day had been long, but Daniel seemed lighter than he had been in weeks.Gabriel unlocked the front door and stepped inside.The familiar sm
Gabriel did not accept silence as an answer.At first, it was messages.Long ones. Emotional ones. Voice notes sent late at night. Paragraphs about regret. About memory. About how he still loved her.Victoria ignored them.Then came the flowers.White roses at her office.Lilies at her gate.A hand
The house was too quiet.Michael stood outside the small cream-painted duplex, staring at the black gate. The paint was chipped near the hinges. Someone had tried to fix it before and failed. It leaned slightly to the left, stubborn but still standing.Just like his marriage.He checked the address







