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Davin sat alone in the dimly lit living room, the clock ticking loudly in the heavy silence. He had been waiting for hours. His fingers were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his breath came unevenly—half fury, half heartbreak. The image from earlier that night burned in his mind like a curse: Livia stepping out of a luxury car, laughing sweetly at the older man beside her, disappearing into the hotel with a confidence that left no room for innocence.When the front door finally clicked open, Davin didn’t need to lift his head to know it was her. Livia entered with the light steps of someone who believed the world revolved around her desires. She tossed her designer bag onto the sofa carelessly, humming a tune as she removed her earrings.Then she noticed him.“Oh,” she said, eyebrows arching ever so slightly. “You’re awake.”“Where were you?” Davin’s voice was low, rough, almost unfamiliar to his own ears.Livia blinked once, twice, then shrugged. “Out.”“With w

Rafael never liked visiting places drenched in someone else’s despair. But tonight, he stood outside Davin’s apartment door, feeling the darkness seeping through the cracks like smoke.The hallway was dim, the flickering lights humming above him. He raised his hand and knocked.No answer.He knocked again, louder this time.“Davin. Open the door.”A long pause.Then a voice—slurred, rough, exhausted.“…Go away.”Rafael exhaled sharply. “I’m not leaving.”He tried the handle. It wasn’t locked.The door creaked open, revealing a room that smelled of alcohol and stale air. The curtains were drawn, the floor scattered with empty glasses, crumpled newspapers, and a half-finished bottle of whiskey.Davin sat on the couch, his hair messy, his eyes bloodshot. He didn’t even look up.“So,” Davin muttered, “you came to enjoy the sight? The mighty Davin finally falling apart.”Rafael stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “I came because someone needs to tell you the truth. And clearly no

The rain had just begun when Livia stepped out of Nadine’s apartment building. The drizzle clung to her hair, soaking the last bits of makeup she had tried to force onto her exhausted face. Her steps were unsteady, her breath shaking. The world around her felt too loud, too accusing — as if every passing car, every flickering streetlight, every drop of water whispered her sins back at her.Inside, Nadine watched from the window for a moment longer. She wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was pity. Maybe it was the small, stubborn piece of her that refused to let hatred shape her decisions. She had refused Livia’s plea for direct help — money, shelter, a place to hide. But she had offered something else, something harder.“Fix yourself first, Livia. No one can pull you out unless you’re willing to climb,” Nadine had said, voice steady, gaze unwavering.Livia had cried, broken and trembling, confessing everything — the lies she had spun, the manipulations she engineered, the smear campaign she on

Time moved slowly, like a sun rising after a long season of storms. The city, once shaken by chaos, began returning to its usual rhythm—yet for Nadine, Rafael, and Davin, the world no longer looked the same.Davin had finally made a difficult choice. He packed up his life and left his old apartment, a place still haunted by shadows of the past. With steps that were heavy but determined, he chose to leave behind the city that had witnessed so many of his wounds. Far away, in a quieter place untouched by noise or scandal, Davin began to write. Not about ambition or business as he once did, but about guilt, regret, and hope. He tried to craft stories about how fragile people could be, yet how strong they became when they dared to confront their mistakes.Meanwhile, Nadine and Rafael settled into a new rhythm of life. Though their path toward peace was not simple, each day offered a chance to heal. They were no longer chased by rumors, scandals, or the schemes of those who once surrounded

The conference hall was filled with warm, golden lights that reflected off the polished floor, giving the room a quiet, dignified glow. It was a far cry from the chaos Davin used to live in — a stark contrast to the mess he once created in Nadine’s life, and in his own.Now, he stood on stage wearing a simple blazer and crisp white shirt, speaking calmly to an audience of business students, company leaders, and young professionals. His voice no longer trembled. His eyes no longer darted away in shame.He looked… human again.“Everyone makes mistakes,” Davin said, his tone steady. “But running from them will only make them grow larger. The only way out is through acceptance — and choosing to change.”People nodded, scribbling notes.A woman in the front row leaned forward with sharp curiosity. Her eyes glittered behind thin-framed glasses, lips painted a soft wine red.Selena.A journalist known for uncovering personal stories with uncanny accuracy.Her attention never left Davin.Afte