Elena walked through the tall glass doors of the company building. The sound of her heels echoed on the marble floor as she made her way to the elevator. It was early morning, but the office was already busy. Assistants moved around with files in their hands, phones rang from every direction, and the faint smell of coffee filled the air.She pressed the elevator button and waited. The doors slid open with a soft chime. She stepped in, her reflection in the mirror showing the calm, confident woman she had trained herself to be. But behind that calmness, she felt the usual rush of pressure. There were three meetings scheduled for the day, and she still had to review several reports before noon.When the elevator reached the seventh floor, Elena stepped out and walked down the long corridor. Her office was at the end, next to the conference room. The moment she opened the door, she frowned. Papers were scattered across her desk, and one of the chairs was out of place. The curtain was hal

Karvel picked up his phone the moment it rang. He didn’t even check who was calling; somehow, he already knew it was Elena.“Hey, my love,” he said softly, leaning back in his chair. His voice carried that calm tone Elena always said made her feel safe. “How are you doing, dearly?”There was a short pause on the other end before Elena’s voice came through, a little tired but still sweet. “I’m good. How was your day at work? I hope it wasn’t stressful.”Karvel smiled. Her voice had that same gentle warmth that always made his heart settle after a long day. “Work was fine, just the usual meetings and paperwork,” he said, looking at the files spread across his desk. “But hearing your voice makes it better.”There was silence for a few seconds. Then her tone changed slightly, a bit unsure, softer. “Karvel… I don’t really know what’s wrong with me,” she said quietly. “Can you come pick me up?”That got his attention instantly. He sat up straight, worry flashing across his face. “Are you al

The soft sound of the flowing river filled the air. The evening sun painted the sky with shades of orange and pink, and the wind carried the smell of wet earth and wildflowers. Birds sang somewhere in the trees, and everything felt calm, almost magical.Karvel stood behind Elena, wrapping his strong arms around her waist. He rested his chin gently on her shoulder, breathing in her scent. She smelled of lavender and something warm, something that always reminded him of home.“You look beautiful every day,” Karvel said softly, his voice deep and full of warmth.Elena smiled and leaned back into his chest. “You always say that,” she whispered.“Because it’s always true,” he replied, smiling against her hair. “Every day I look at you, I see something new to love. Sometimes I wonder if I deserve someone like you.”Elena turned her head slightly so she could see his face. “You always say things like that, but you forget that I’m the lucky one,” she said. “You’ve given me everything, Karvel

Margret drove into the compound with a heavy heart. The silence inside her car felt louder than any noise. As she walked toward the door, her heels clicked against the tiles. The moment she opened the front door, she froze.Everyone was there.Her entire family was sitting in the living room, waiting. Patricia, Robert, Liza—all of them were silent, staring at her as if she were a stranger who had just entered their home. The television was off. The atmosphere was thick with tension.Margret blinked in surprise. “What’s going on here?” she asked, looking around. Her voice was calm but uncertain.No one answered.Then Liza stood up first. Her face was red from crying. “So it’s true,” she said in a trembling voice. “You really have a grandson? You lied to all of us, Grandma. I hate everything about you!”“Liza, wait—” Margret tried to stop her, but Liza ran upstairs and slammed her bedroom door shut.Margret turned toward Patricia, hoping for some understanding. “Patricia, please listen

“Hello?”A rough voice spoke from the other end. “So, you think you can walk around freely after what your daughter did to my child, huh?”Daniel blinked in confusion. “Excuse me? Who is this?”The person on the line gave a dry, bitter laugh. “You really don’t remember, do you? Of course, you don’t. It’s not your child who’s lying in a hospital bed! You didn’t even turn back to look at the little girl your daughter punched! Now my child is dead!”Daniel froze. He held the phone tighter. His voice came out weak. “Wait… what did you say? Your child is dead?”The person on the other end started crying. The sound made Daniel’s stomach twist.For a moment, his mind went blank. Then it came back to him—weeks ago, his daughter Emma had gotten into a fight with one of her classmates. He had brushed it off, thinking it was just a small school quarrel. He hadn’t even checked what really happened afterward.He whispered to himself, “Oh no… what should I do now?”He grabbed his car keys and rush