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Portia's mother could barely talk back. The devastating sight of her own daughter breaking down—confessing that she had almost taken her own life over the heartbreak—struck a chord that no corporate ambition could shield. She had always justified her actions as a maternal chess move, but the reality of the emotional wreckage she caused finally sank into her just now. The gravity of her cruelty was undeniable. Reluctantly, she turned away and took her leave. She didn't offer a defense or beg for forgiveness; she knew with absolute clarity that Portia would not listen any longer to whatever words came from her mouth. Her silent exit left the garden quiet, save for the sound of the wind through the rose bushes. The moment the heavy iron gates echoed with the sound of her mother’s car driving away, the last remnants of Portia's strength vanished. She crumbled completely into Antonia’s arms, her face burying deep into the crook of Antonia's neck as her shoulders shook with jagged, brea

"Shh, Portia, look at me... please," Antonia murmured, her own voice cracking as she cupped Portia's tear-stained face, forcing her to look up. She brushed away the tears with her thumbs, her gaze filled with a raw, fierce tenderness that completely obliterated the last remnants of her corporate facade. "I never stopped loving you," Antonia whispered, her forehead resting against Portia's as her own tears finally spilled over. "I never stopped, Portia. Not for a single second." Portia let out a shaky, broken breath, clinging to Antonia as if she were her only anchor in a collapsing world. "I tried so hard," Antonia confessed, a bittersweet, watery smile touching her lips. "I made myself believe that I had perfectly frozen my heart. I built those walls, wore that armor, and treated everyone with ice just to convince myself that the pain couldn't touch me anymore. But deep down... it never stopped. In fact, that's the exact reason I became so aloof and distant to the rest of

The morning of their official engagement party arrived with a brilliantly clear sky, casting a warm, celebratory glow over the entire city. Inside the executive suite of the penthouse hotel where the gala was being hosted, the atmosphere was a whirlwind of excitement. Designers, florists, and stylists moved with practiced efficiency, putting the final touches on the grand ballroom below. After years of manufactured heartbreak and public scrutiny, today was the day Portia and Antonia would officially claim each other before the entire world, completely on their own terms. Antonia stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, looking absolutely breathtaking in a custom-tailored, off-white silk suit that radiated elegance. She reached up to touch the heavy gold crescent moon and star necklace resting securely against her collarbone, a small, serene smile playing on her lips. On her left hand, the diamond engagement ring caught the morning sunlight, shimmering with an unshakeable bri

Before the peaceful dawn of their own wedding in the valley, there was one more celebration that had to take place. The air had finally cleared, and the season of healing brought with it the long-awaited wedding of the person who had risked everything to bring them back together: Monica. The grand church doors were bathed in the warmth of the afternoon sun as Portia and Antonia arrived, walking arm-in-arm. Antonia wore a sleek, midnight-blue cocktail dress that perfectly complemented the gold crescent moon and star necklace catching the light at her collarbone. Beside her, Portia looked effortlessly stunning in a matching tailored emerald silk dress, her hair pinned up elegantly, her hand firmly entwined with Antonia’s. Their exquisite beauty and magnetic presence were undeniable; as they glided down the aisle to their seats, they made almost everyone in the crowd turn their heads in sheer admiration, whispering about how breathtaking the couple looked together. They were guided