49. Ethan: Regrets

Ethan’s Point of view:

The next morning, I woke up before dawn, careful not to disturb Sarah's peaceful slumber. I quietly slipped out of the room, leaving her to her rest.

I entered my room to change from my yesterday’s wrinkled clothes to my gym wear.

In my gym outfit, I headed to the home gym, ready to blow off some steam. My workout was intense – stretches, dumbbells, treadmill. But it was the punching bag that truly unleashed my frustration.

As I pounded the bag, my mind wandered to Sarah's heartbreaking story. Her struggles, her pain. I wanted to help, to protect her.

I thought of something to do to help and support.

I went up to my phone to send a message to my assistant.

“Get me a security company that offers bodyguard services”

“Okay sir, anything else?”

“Book an appointment with Mrs smith for an hour therapy session”

“Under whose name?”

“I’ll get back to you on that, just get me the security company”

“Alright sir.”

After my workout, I quickly showered. Before goi