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She told me how much she had missed me, how empty the house had felt without me, how happy she was that I was finally home for good.“You must be hungry, sweetheart. Come, I had your favorite dishes prepared,” she said, guiding me toward the dining room. I nodded, smiling, responding when needed.But my attention was elsewhere.Without meaning to, my eyes kept wandering, scanning every corner, every hallway, every space we passed. I was looking for someone. Even if I refused to admit it to myself, I knew exactly who.He was not there. Of course he was not. He was probably in the capital, busy with work at the company. That was where he belonged now.A small, quiet thought slipped into my mind.Does he even know I am back? And then another, sharper one. Does he even care? I frowned slightly at myself.I had wished for this right? I had hoped we would not run into each other, not yet, not when I was not ready. So why did it

I could not help but smile at the thought. The boy who once had a shy crush on me is now deeply in love with someone else, ready to build a life with her. Time really does change everything.He even asked Sandra and me to be his bridesmaids. Of course, we said yes. There was no way we would miss something so important.The rest of my days passed in a blur of laughter, outings, and quiet moments of healing. For a while, it felt like I had finally found a rhythm again. Like I was slowly piecing myself back together. I also planned to visit Irene and Lily once I went to the Capital.But after a month of rest and distraction, something inside me began to stir again. A restlessness I could not ignore. It felt wrong to remain idle any longer, as if I was only delaying the inevitable. So I went to see Uncle Greg to talk about the position he had once offered me in the company."Oh, I thought you would want to enjoy your vacation first. You had worked so hard and

But my room, damn it, my room is a shrine to all the ways we'd torn each other apart and put each other back together. My bed is where he'd spread me wide and bury himself so deep I thought I'd break. We'd fuck slow and rough and everything in between until the sheets were stained with sweat and come. The bathtub is where he'd kneel between my legs, his mouth on me until I was screaming his name. Water sloshed over the sides as he'd slide inside me in the warm, wet dark. The shower is where steam fogged out everything but us. He'd press me against the tile and fuck me hard from behind while his hand wrapped around my throat just enough to make me see stars. Hot water pounded down on our slick, tangled bodies. These walls don't just remember. They echo with the sounds of us, with every curse and cry and filthy thing we'd whispered to each other.Nights burned white-hot and endless, where intimacy meant more than just closeness. It meant him splitting me open, fill

It's only my second week as CHRO at the company, and so far, I can say that things are going fairly well.The beginning wasn't easy. I was still adjusting to the demands of the role, finding my rhythm, and learning the nuances of the organization. There were moments when I made mistakes, but according to Mr. Lopez, my performance has been good and I'm meeting expectations. Hearing that gave me a quiet sense of reassurance.I hadn't anticipated just how demanding the CHRO role would be. It requires a great deal of effort, and the workload can be heavy. The scope of responsibility is broad and often stretches across multiple areas at once. Still, I'm managing, taking things one step at a time. It helps that I'm surrounded by strong support teams and capable team leaders, and the company itself operates with clear organizational alignment, which makes everything more structured and manageable.I do my best to carry out my responsibilities properly, and