"I'm sorry if my presence makes you uncomfortable, Van. But from now on, I won’t bother you anymore."

Devandra’s voice was calm, but the pain in his eyes was impossible to hide. He stood in front of the office elevator, unintentionally blocking Vania’s way just as she was about to leave. No flowers, no grand gestures—just a soft statement that left her frozen.

“I’m not asking for anything. I just want you to know... I’m trying to become a better man. Not to win you back… but for myself.”

Vania nodded slightly, holding her breath. She was about to reply, but the elevator doors opened first. She stepped inside without...