"Felix, what are you doing here?" Marianne repeated, but Felix's eyes were fixed onto her mother. He then walked towards her, feeling weak and helpless in the face of the situation. The room seemed to tighten around him as he stood there, grappling with the weight of his actions and the impact they had on Marianne and her mother. "I didn't know... I didn't know about your mother," Felix finally managed to say, his voice filled with genuine concern. Marianne looked at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. "Why would you? We're divorced, Felix. You have your own life now. And why do you even care about my mother? You haven't met her, and she didn't know you, so... what are you doing here? I... don't need you here." Those words hit Felix like a wave of reality crashing over him. He realized the depth of the separation that had occurred between them, not just legally but emotionally as well. The connection they once shared seemed like a distant memory, and he felt the weight of hi

In the midst of her emotional turmoil, Charlotte was pulled to a quiet seat by a weeping willow. The branches hung low, providing a protecting canopy as if nature could empathize with her distress. As she sat, the willow leaves above swayed rhythmically, echoing the tempo of her tears. Nate, who happened to be walking alone through the park, observed Charlotte from a distance. He grimaced as he approached her, "Mrs. Anderson?" Charlotte raised her head to see Nate again. He removed his jacket and carefully wrapped it around her shoulders, providing warmth and a soothing presence. "Are you okay?" Nate asked, his voice quiet and full of empathy. Charlotte, taken aback by the unexpected gesture, managed a slight nod, unable to find her voice. Nate sat next her, allowing her to be as open as she wanted. The park's beautiful aura appeared to wrap them in a bubble of peace, temporarily sheltering Charlotte from the chaos of her life. "I'm not one to pry, but you seem like you could use

Marianne's anger softened, replaced by a mixture of surprise and confusion. She looked into Felix's eyes, searching for any sign of deception, but what she found was a raw honesty that caught her off guard. The room seemed to pulse with the weight of unspoken emotions, and for a moment, Marianne hesitated. "Why now, Felix? Why admit this now?" Marianne asked, her voice softening. "Have you forgotten? You're already married to Charlotte now, so... please stop this right now." "How can I? Even I don't know what to do anymore, Marianne. I..." "Stop! This is enough, Felix. You... leave right now," Marianne's voice trembled with a mix of emotions. She pointed towards the door, her eyes filled with a resolute determination. The air in the room crackled with tension as Felix caught in the whirlwind of his conflicting feelings, hesitated for a moment. "Leave, Felix," Marianne repeated, her tone firmer this time. "You can't unravel the mess you've created with a kiss. You're married, a

"Get your hands off her!" a man shouted at the stranger, causing him to turn around to face him. The man who shouted was Nate, who was called by Ethel for help and to take Charlotte home. "What do you think you're doing?" Nate demanded, his tone filled with a mix of anger and concern. The stranger, caught off guard by Nate's sudden appearance, raised his hands defensively. "Hey, man, I didn't do anything! We were just dancing!" Nate eyed him suspiciously before turning his attention to the unconscious Charlotte. His face softened with concern as he approached her. "Charlotte, wake up," he gently called her name, trying to rouse her. As he was about to carry her, the stranger spoke, "And... who are you?" he asked. "I am her friend, why? And who do you think you are?" Nate, with Charlotte in his arms, stepped out of the dimly lit bar into the cool night air. The city buzzed with life, oblivious to the personal tumult that had unfolded within the confines of the crowded establish

Felix sighed, a hint of vulnerability breaking through his tough exterior. "Nate, you don't understand. Marianne had been running through my head. I can't get her off my head."Nate's expression softened as he listened to Felix's confession. He could sense the inner turmoil and conflict within Felix, a man torn between the past and the present. "Felix, I get it. Marianne meant a lot to you, and her loss is something you still carry. But you can't let it define your present, especially when there's someone here who needs you."Felix leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. "I think... I'm in love with her."Nate raised an eyebrow, surprised by Felix's revelation. "In love with Ms. Marianne?"He just nodded his head, and Nate was still surprised by his revelation. Felix is the type of man who doesn't fall in love that easily, but seeing him right now, he can really say that his friend is really into Marianne. Nate considered Felix's words carefully, realizing the comp