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Chapter 41: You Have Nothing

Author: celestialhope
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-13 11:07:03

“Cel, you still with me?” Marco’s a new found friend voice came through the speaker, crisp despite the buzz of traffic in the background.

Celina blinked, her hand tightening slightly around the phone. “Yeah,” she said, her voice softer than she intended. “Just… processing.”

“You don’t have to say yes right away,” Marco added. “The position’s yours if you want it. Geneva’s not going anywhere.”

Celina let out a slow breath as she sat on the edge of the bed, one hand absently grazing her stomach. No flutter yet. Just the quiet reminder that something—someone—was growing inside her.

“Is the offer still with the housing assistance?” she asked, trying to sound more grounded than she felt.

“All covered. Company apartment near the lake, health care, maternity benefits too,” Marco replied. “I wouldn’t be offering this if I didn’t think you were ready. Or that you deserve better.”

Better.

She glanced at the dresser. Gabriel’s watch was still there. Untouched for days. He hadn’t even both
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