Zara’s POV

 I entered our room, where my son peacefully slept, his tear-stained face still visible. Forgiving Lucas for what he's done feels like an impossible task. The realization sinks in—it's too late now. Maybe there's some truth to the saying that when there's nothing left, our hearts simply give up. Tomorrow, I will start packing my belongings. I'm sorry, Lucas, but I can't bear to continue this anymore. I just want us to let go of each other.

Guess who unexpectedly knocked on the door? Antoinette, wearing a wide grin that stretched from ear to ear. She held a paper bag, brimming with excitement as if she had just...