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Michael had offered to take me to his home. He insisted it would be better for me to rest there, that I wouldn’t have to worry about anything, and that he could personally make sure I was properly taken care of. His tone was calm, almost gentle, as though he was trying to remove all stress from my life with just a simple suggestion. But I shook my head immediately. I couldn’t accept it. He had already done too much for me—far more than I ever expected from anyone. And the idea of becoming a burden to him, of invading his personal space, made me uncomfortable. “I don’t want to be a burden to you” I said. “You’re not a burden,” he said quietly, as if trying to reassure me. But I still refused. “I just want to go home,” I told him firmly. He didn’t argue. He didn’t push. He didn’t try to convince me or force me to reconsider. He simply nodded, accepted my decision, and drove me home in silence. That silence wasn’t awkward. It was thoughtful. Heavy with things unsaid. When we arri

When Alan walked through the door that evening, something had already shifted—something quiet, but deeply unsettling. It wasn’t loud or explosive. There was no argument, no confrontation. Instead, it was something far worse: indifference. He avoided me completely. I greeted him, my voice soft, careful… hopeful. But he didn’t respond. Not even a glance in my direction. It was as if my voice had dissolved into the walls before it could reach him. As if I didn’t exist. Not a single question. Not about the hospital. Not about why I had been rushed there. Not about what the doctors said. Not even a simple “How are you?” Nothing. He walked past me like I was invisible—like I had become air in a space we once shared. A sharp pain twisted in my stomach, forcing me to clutch it instinctively. My eyes fluttered shut as I tried to steady myself, both physically and emotionally. But even then… even in that moment… Alan didn’t look at me. Not once. From the coldness carved into his expression

The next morning, I woke up feeling emotionally exhausted. My body still felt weak from everything that had happened, but my mind refused to rest. Too many thoughts crowded my head at once. Alan’s cold behavior from the previous night kept replaying in my mind over and over again like a painful movie I couldn’t stop watching. I slowly climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom. After freshening up, I stood in front of the mirror for a long time, staring at my reflection. My face looked tired. My eyes looked dull. Even I could barely recognize myself anymore. Still, I forced myself to get dressed. No matter how terrible I felt inside, there was something I needed to do. I needed answers. And the only way I could get those answers was by going to work and confronting Michael. After dressing up, I walked downstairs quietly and stepped outside just in time to see Alan preparing to leave. He was already standing beside his car. For a brief moment, I hesitated. Things between us ha

Alan and Michael kept throwing punches at each other relentlessly. The fight grew more violent with every passing second. I screamed repeatedly, begging both of them to stop, but neither of them listened to me. Meanwhile, Samantha remained standing there quietly, watching the chaos unfold with a sly smile on her face, as though this was the exact moment she had been waiting for all along.Neither Alan nor Michael stopped. They continued attacking each other with uncontrollable rage while chairs scraped loudly across the floor and files scattered from the desks.Alan and Michael continued fighting aggressively as they stumbled out of Alan’s office into the hallway. Panic overwhelmed me, and I quickly rushed out to call the security guards, desperately begging them to come immediately and separate the two of them before things got worse.Frightened employees hurried backward to avoid getting caught in the fight.“Stop them!” someone yelled from the crowd.Within moments, the security gu

The lawyer strode confidently through the restless crowd, his polished shoes clicking sharply against the marble floor as the murmurs around him slowly faded into silence. His expression was calm and professional, almost emotionless, as though he had carried out moments like this countless times before. The tension in the air thickened with every step he took toward Alan.Everyone watched closely.Some employees whispered among themselves while others simply stared, eager to witness the destruction of a marriage unfolding right in front of them.The lawyer finally stopped in front of Alan and handed him a neatly arranged file. His voice was smooth and formal as he said, “These are the divorce papers.”Without hesitation, Alan collected the file from him. There wasn’t even the slightest trace of doubt on his face. Instead, he looked almost impatient, as though this was something he had wanted for a very long time.“Where do I sign?” he asked immediately.A wave of shock spread through