The office was still buzzing with activity when lunchtime arrived. Staff moved briskly through the corridors, their faces lively, some already preparing to head out for food. Elena had just finished an internal meeting with several managers when her office door opened.

Nathan appeared, his suit still neat, his face tired yet undeniably charming. He smiled warmly, and without a word walked straight toward Elena.

“Darling…” Nathan took his wife’s hand, then without caring who else was in the room, leaned down and kissed Elena’s lips—soft but filled with emotion.

Elena smiled coyly, squeezing Nathan’s arm. “You came?”

Thalia, who was standing not far away tidying up the meeting files,...