Emotional Turmoil

Asher stood in front of Ezra's door, debating whether to knock or not. His internal turmoil manifested in sweaty palms, a physical manifestation of the emotional storm within him. Just as he was about to make a decision, Ezra's voice pierced through the silence, and his hand froze mid-air. She was on the phone, expressing affection to someone, referring to them as "my sweetheart."

His initial urge to confront her transformed into a simmering anger. "I was wrong when I thought maybe she has changed, that's why she's back," Asher muttered to himself. The echoes of disappointment reverberated in his mind, plunging him back into the emotional turmoil of Ezra's departure years ago. The night stretched endlessly as his restless heart grappled with the pain and confusion.

As the first light of dawn broke through, Asher made a decisive choice. Unable to face Ezra, he left the villa to escape the suffocating atmosphere. His destination: the refuge of his office. Immersed in the distraction of