The night wind swept through the city streets, carrying the faint chill of early autumn. Alexander walked alone, his footsteps steady against the pavement, one hand in his pocket while the other occasionally loosened his collar, as if trying to let go of something tight in his chest.A quiet laugh slipped from his lips when he thought of the girl who had called him a mean mister. There was something genuine about her indignation, something unpolished and real. Helping a stranger for less than an hour had brought him more peace than three years spent trying to earn understanding from his own wife. The thought should have been funny, but it just left him feeling hollow.His phone buzzed with a message from an unfamiliar number. "You forgot to tell me your name, mean mister."He stared at the screen for a long moment, the glow casting a faint light across his face. The little genius had actually tracked him down. For a second, he considered typing something back, but what was the point?

The villa remained silent long after Alexander left.Rain had stopped sometime earlier, but the glass windows were still fogged with moisture. Outside, the garden lights reflected weakly against the wet stone path, making the entire estate feel cold and strangely unfamiliar.Inside the dim living room, Aurelia still stood alone.The divorce agreement remained clenched tightly in her hand, the edges already wrinkled from how hard her fingers gripped it.She had not moved much since Alexander walked out earlier.At first, she had been angry, not sad, not panicked, just angry because in her mind, this entire situation was ridiculous.Alexander had always been emotional whenever Nahir was involved. Every previous argument had followed the same pattern: he would get upset, leave for a while, calm down, then eventually return first to apologize and coax her.That was how their marriage worked. So even now, she still believed this was no different. “I knew it,” she thought coldly while stari

The elevator doors slowly opened.Alexander carried Nora like a baby, her hands wrapped around his neck as he headed straight to her suit.Warm golden light spilled lazily from the crystal wall lamps, stretching across the thick carpet like melted honey. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, rain continued falling over the city skyline, faint droplets tapping softly against the glass in rhythmic intervals.Alexander carried straight to bed; her cheeks were flushed pink from alcohol, and the lively brightness she carried earlier had softened into something quieter… more vulnerable.Across from her, Alexander leaned back against the pillow on the bed, very close to her, lazily.His tie had already been loosened and tossed aside carelessly. The top two buttons of his black shirt were undone, exposing part of his collarbone. For the first time in what felt like forever, there was no suffocating tension around him, no arguments, no accusations, no cold disappointment waiting behind every

The commotion outside continued to escalate, growing louder and more chaotic with each passing second. Alexander stood still for a brief moment, his hand resting on the suitcase handle as his mind caught up with the situation.He had only just stepped into this apartment, and yet trouble had already followed him to the door.“Let go of me!”A frightened female voice rang sharply through the corridor, filled with panic and resistance. “You’re insane!”Rough laughter followed immediately after, crude and unrestrained. “You should feel honored that our manager likes you!” one of the men jeered.“Stop struggling!” another barked impatiently.“Do you even know how many girls would kill for this kind of opportunity?”Alexander’s expression darkened almost instantly.His fingers tightened slightly around the suitcase handle before he released it and straightened his posture. Without hesitation, he walked toward the door and pulled it open.The scene outside came into view immediately.Severa

A few hours later, Aurelia arrived at the company looking visibly exhausted, and even the receptionist downstairs could immediately tell that something was off. “Good morning, President Aurelia.”Aurelia gave a faint nod, lacking her usual composed elegance, and walked straight toward the elevator. Her high heels clicked sharply against the polished floor, while one hand pressed lightly against her stomach as if to suppress the discomfort building inside her.She had not slept well.To be more precise, she had barely slept at all.The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, snapping her out of her thoughts.When Aurelia entered her office, she frowned almost immediately. A dull discomfort twisted in her stomach, reminding her that she had skipped breakfast entirely.Normally, Alexander would have already prepared something light for her. It was always simple but thoughtful, warm porridge, lightly toasted bread, fresh fruit, and jasmine tea brewed at exactly the right temperature.