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Elena finally leaned against Nathan’s shoulder, her breathing beginning to steady even though her face was still flushed after their long kiss. Her small hand slowly traced the muscles of Nathan’s abdomen through his shirt, as if seeking comfort.“Nathan…” Elena’s voice was soft. “I… I’m sorry. I went too far earlier.”Nathan lowered his gaze, looking at his wife’s face that seemed weighed down with guilt. “Too far?” he repeated, his eyebrow arched.Elena bit her lower lip. “I… I was just worried. You know, I was betrayed once before. That wound is still there. And now… seeing Fabby trying to get your attention… I’m afraid, Nathan. I don’t want to repeat the past.”Nathan was silent for a moment, then pulled Elena closer into his chest. He lowered his head, his lips landing gently on Elena’s hair, kissing it as if to soothe her. “I understand,” he murmured softly. “Your worries make sense. But Elena… you have to trust me.”Elena closed her eyes, resting her forehead against Nathan’s c

At eight in the morning, the office was already bustling. The staff were busy with their own work. Nathan walked in with a serious face, his neat suit wrapping his broad figure. As soon as he reached his office, he pressed the intercom button.“Fabby, come into my office now.”Not long after, the door opened. Fabby walked in with a bright expression, trying to hide the irritation she had felt the night before. She carried a tablet and some files, assuming Nathan wanted to discuss the day’s agenda.“Sir, here’s the meeting schedule—”“No need.” Nathan cut her off coldly. “Sit.”Fabby was taken aback for a moment, then slowly sat down. Her face tried to remain calm, but her heart was beating faster.Nathan opened a folder on his desk and pushed it toward Fabby. “This is compensation and a bonus for your five years of hard work. Starting today, you are officially dismissed from your position as chief secretary.”“What?

At home, Tamara sat comfortably on the sofa with a small pillow supporting her back. Her stomach, still flat but sensitive, made her rest more often since the doctor had advised her to take leave. She held her phone with a scowling face.“Oh my God… this woman is getting more and more shameless!” Tamara grumbled to herself as she scrolled through the screen. Her eyes kept staring at Fabby’s posts that were going increasingly viral.The dramatic captions from the former secretary filled the social media feed, along with sympathetic comments from netizens. Some called Elena cruel, while others accused Nathan of being an unprofessional boss.Tamara tapped her fingers on the phone. “Writing nonsense like this so freely. Five years of loyalty? Please, loyalty my foot. Just looking for attention.”Damian had just come out of his study, his face looking a little tired. He noticed his wife staring intently at her phone. “Honey, why is your face so re

Fabby sat on the sofa in her apartment, her face pale. The phone that kept vibrating felt like it was mocking her. Every time she opened a notification, it was nothing but insults.“My God… why is everyone turning against me?” she hissed, hitting the sofa cushion.She scrolled through the incoming comments.“Fabby was just seeking attention all along.”“Poor Elena, still patient even though she’s struck by gossip.”“Fabby, stop pretending to be the victim.”Fabby growled. “Damn it! What do you people know?!” She threw her phone onto the table, almost knocking it off. Her breath quickened, cold sweat dampened her temples.She stood up and paced back and forth, both hands tugging at her hair. “Impossible! Yesterday I was supported, now I’m being cursed? Netizens are bastards, they change sides so easily!”She collapsed back onto the sofa, covering her face with both hands. “Why is this happening… I’ve played it well, p

The night grew deeper. In her room, Olivia sat at her study desk. Papers were scattered around, her laptop glowed with design software, while her hand busily sketched on tracing paper.“Hmm… if the hotel lobby is made curved like this, more natural light can come in,” she murmured as her pencil moved.Her phone rang briefly, reminding her of her online French class. Olivia smiled faintly, then opened the app.“Bonsoir, Olivia. Comment ça va?” her French tutor’s friendly voice greeted her.Olivia blushed, then answered softly, “Bonsoir, Madame. Je vais bien, merci. Et vous?”Her tutor chuckled. “Très bien! Very good. You’re getting more fluent.”Olivia smiled widely. “Merci. I must master it quickly, Madame. Because I want to study in Paris.”The lesson lasted almost half an hour. Afterward, Olivia returned to her design. She looked at the sketch she had made. “If Daddy Nathan sees this, I hope Daddy believes I am really serious.”Meanwhile, in the study room, Elena was seated with her