Kate The week after the confrontation with Caroline was a whirlwind of emotions. Despite my attempts to reach out to Viktor, I found myself running into walls. Every time I tried calling or sending a message, he was either too busy or unresponsive. I knew he was likely overwhelmed with work, but the silence only deepened the pit in my stomach. I felt like I was stuck in limbo, unable to move forward or let go.I kept telling myself that I just needed to give him time—time to process everything, time to figure out where things stood. But each passing day felt like an eternity, and the uncertainty gnawed at me. Was he avoiding me? Was he really too busy? Or had I pushed him too far with my involvement in his life?It wasn’t just the silence from Viktor that weighed on me. It was the constant reminder of Caroline’s accusation that haunted me, that I was somehow the cause of the unraveling of their marriage. But it wasn’t that simple. I didn’t want to be a wedge between them. I never pla
KateThe lights in the ballroom were dimmed, casting a warm glow across the room, and the music played a soft, rhythmic hum in the background. The annual office gala had been an event I had been both dreading and anticipating all week, knowing that it would be my one real chance to speak with Viktor. But as the evening wore on, I found myself standing alone at the bar, nursing a glass of wine and feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders.The gala was a blur of laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional polite exchange. Everyone was in their best attire, their best smiles, but I couldn’t shake the tension building in my chest. I had hoped this night would be different—an opportunity to finally speak to Viktor, to clear the air between us but that hasn't been fruitful and he went away with the promise to discuss. After that he was surrounded by people, always in the midst of conversation, and every time I tried to approach him, he seemed to pull away.“Hey, Kate. Enjoying the
KateThe Gala AftermathThe grand ballroom shimmered with gold and silver. The chandeliers above glittered like diamonds, casting a soft glow over the crowd below. The music was slow, the rhythm a gentle pulse that seemed to carry the weight of the night. I stood near the edge of the crowd, nursing a glass of champagne. It tasted fine, but it wasn’t enough to drown the turmoil swirling inside me.I shouldn’t have come tonight. Every part of me had screamed to stay home, to avoid this spectacle. Yet here I was, staring across the room at Viktor, his broad shoulders set in their usual way, the confidence in his posture undeniable. And there, by his side, was Caroline.The image stung.It was supposed to be just the two of us tonight, wasn’t it? We had made plans—hadn't we? But Viktor always had a way of making promises fade into nothing. And now, there he was, with Caroline laughing at something he had said, their proximity unmistakable. The sight of them together twisted something insi
Kate The morning after the gala was a foggy haze of forgotten details and lingering discomfort. My head throbbed from too many drinks, and I could still taste the remnants of the evening in the back of my throat. I rolled out of bed with a groan, blinking against the harsh sunlight that filtered through the blinds. As I stumbled to the bathroom, the events of the previous night came flooding back. The gala, the laughter, the music. And then there was Ethan. It was just a night. But now, in the cold light of morning, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was something more to him. Or maybe it was just me.The remnants of last night's frivolities came crashing back like a wave. The hangover was immediate. My head throbbed with the intensity of a thousand drumbeats. I instinctively reached for my phone, blinking at the bright light of the screen that felt like a spotlight aimed directly at my skull. It was already past nine in the morning—too late.With a curse muttered under my breat
KateThe day had been fairly ordinary at the office. The usual bustle of meetings, phone calls, and deadlines were enough to keep me focused, but there was an undercurrent of tension I couldn’t quite shake. Viktor, had been particularly difficult to read today. He’s always been someone who wears his emotions on his sleeve, or at least, he used to be. Lately, though, something had changed. There were moments where he would look at me, his gaze lingering for just a little too long, before quickly averting his eyes. It felt as if he was holding something back, something important, but couldn’t find the words to say it.Viktor was usually straightforward, so this sudden withdrawal was strange. I had never seen him like this before, and it made me feel uneasy. It wasn’t just the tension between us, but also the unresolved question about his relationship with Caroline, his wife. They were married, yes, but there was always a certain distance between them when it came to work functions or ca
KateThe weekend had finally arrived, and I was looking forward to some much-needed downtime. After a hectic week at work, filled with meetings, deadlines, and the heavy tension surrounding Viktor, I just wanted to clear my head. But when my phone buzzed, my heart skipped a beat. It was a message from Viktor.It read: "Hey Kate, are you free this evening? I’d really like to talk. Can you come over to my place?"My pulse quickened as I stared at the message. The request was simple, but there was something in the words that struck a chord in me. Viktor and I hadn’t had an honest conversation in weeks—at least not about what really mattered. There had been moments of tension between us at work, and I knew something had changed, but I had no idea what. Our last real interaction had been at the office, when he confessed his uncertainty about his marriage to Caroline. The look in his eyes then had lingered in my mind. That brief, raw vulnerability. I wanted to understand more.But there was
ViktorViktor finds himself standing on his balcony, gazing at the stars in the dimming evening sky. The view is distant and somewhat cloudy, but the stars still manage to pierce through the murk. There’s an unsettling feeling brewing within him, a sense of separation from his wife Caroline that has been growing for some time now. The relationship between Viktor and Caroline has become increasingly distant, and he has begun to feel like they are leading separate lives. Caroline’s recent attempts to show concern about Viktor’s personal life feel intrusive. Viktor knows that what he does or who he dates should be of no concern to her. However, despite his firm stance, something keeps gnawing at him.Standing near him on the balcony is Kate, with whom Viktor has shared a long and complex connection. She stands, quietly watching the stars, her presence simultaneously comforting and agonizing for Viktor. As Viktor observes Kate from a distance, he can’t help but notice the quiet beauty i
"Where are you Samuel? I am asking you for the last time if you are coming or not. I am tired of waiting for you always and you forgetting that we decided to spend the evening together.I have been waiting for almost an hour, today is our anniversary and yet you are busy working. I don't understand how important is your work or is it even more important than me," said Kate shouting on the call while the other people in the restaurant kept glancing her way to see her break down."Now that we have been married for years, you don't think it is important to spend some time with your wife," said Kate ignorant of the people around. She was tired of waiting for what is rightfully hers."I am really sorry honey, something urgent came up and you know I can't leave it like that. You know how work can be at times," said Samuel on the other end of the call, trying to calm the anger of his wife.It was their fifth wedding anniversary and he didn't fo
ViktorViktor finds himself standing on his balcony, gazing at the stars in the dimming evening sky. The view is distant and somewhat cloudy, but the stars still manage to pierce through the murk. There’s an unsettling feeling brewing within him, a sense of separation from his wife Caroline that has been growing for some time now. The relationship between Viktor and Caroline has become increasingly distant, and he has begun to feel like they are leading separate lives. Caroline’s recent attempts to show concern about Viktor’s personal life feel intrusive. Viktor knows that what he does or who he dates should be of no concern to her. However, despite his firm stance, something keeps gnawing at him.Standing near him on the balcony is Kate, with whom Viktor has shared a long and complex connection. She stands, quietly watching the stars, her presence simultaneously comforting and agonizing for Viktor. As Viktor observes Kate from a distance, he can’t help but notice the quiet beauty i
KateThe weekend had finally arrived, and I was looking forward to some much-needed downtime. After a hectic week at work, filled with meetings, deadlines, and the heavy tension surrounding Viktor, I just wanted to clear my head. But when my phone buzzed, my heart skipped a beat. It was a message from Viktor.It read: "Hey Kate, are you free this evening? I’d really like to talk. Can you come over to my place?"My pulse quickened as I stared at the message. The request was simple, but there was something in the words that struck a chord in me. Viktor and I hadn’t had an honest conversation in weeks—at least not about what really mattered. There had been moments of tension between us at work, and I knew something had changed, but I had no idea what. Our last real interaction had been at the office, when he confessed his uncertainty about his marriage to Caroline. The look in his eyes then had lingered in my mind. That brief, raw vulnerability. I wanted to understand more.But there was
KateThe day had been fairly ordinary at the office. The usual bustle of meetings, phone calls, and deadlines were enough to keep me focused, but there was an undercurrent of tension I couldn’t quite shake. Viktor, had been particularly difficult to read today. He’s always been someone who wears his emotions on his sleeve, or at least, he used to be. Lately, though, something had changed. There were moments where he would look at me, his gaze lingering for just a little too long, before quickly averting his eyes. It felt as if he was holding something back, something important, but couldn’t find the words to say it.Viktor was usually straightforward, so this sudden withdrawal was strange. I had never seen him like this before, and it made me feel uneasy. It wasn’t just the tension between us, but also the unresolved question about his relationship with Caroline, his wife. They were married, yes, but there was always a certain distance between them when it came to work functions or ca
Kate The morning after the gala was a foggy haze of forgotten details and lingering discomfort. My head throbbed from too many drinks, and I could still taste the remnants of the evening in the back of my throat. I rolled out of bed with a groan, blinking against the harsh sunlight that filtered through the blinds. As I stumbled to the bathroom, the events of the previous night came flooding back. The gala, the laughter, the music. And then there was Ethan. It was just a night. But now, in the cold light of morning, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was something more to him. Or maybe it was just me.The remnants of last night's frivolities came crashing back like a wave. The hangover was immediate. My head throbbed with the intensity of a thousand drumbeats. I instinctively reached for my phone, blinking at the bright light of the screen that felt like a spotlight aimed directly at my skull. It was already past nine in the morning—too late.With a curse muttered under my breat
KateThe Gala AftermathThe grand ballroom shimmered with gold and silver. The chandeliers above glittered like diamonds, casting a soft glow over the crowd below. The music was slow, the rhythm a gentle pulse that seemed to carry the weight of the night. I stood near the edge of the crowd, nursing a glass of champagne. It tasted fine, but it wasn’t enough to drown the turmoil swirling inside me.I shouldn’t have come tonight. Every part of me had screamed to stay home, to avoid this spectacle. Yet here I was, staring across the room at Viktor, his broad shoulders set in their usual way, the confidence in his posture undeniable. And there, by his side, was Caroline.The image stung.It was supposed to be just the two of us tonight, wasn’t it? We had made plans—hadn't we? But Viktor always had a way of making promises fade into nothing. And now, there he was, with Caroline laughing at something he had said, their proximity unmistakable. The sight of them together twisted something insi
KateThe lights in the ballroom were dimmed, casting a warm glow across the room, and the music played a soft, rhythmic hum in the background. The annual office gala had been an event I had been both dreading and anticipating all week, knowing that it would be my one real chance to speak with Viktor. But as the evening wore on, I found myself standing alone at the bar, nursing a glass of wine and feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders.The gala was a blur of laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional polite exchange. Everyone was in their best attire, their best smiles, but I couldn’t shake the tension building in my chest. I had hoped this night would be different—an opportunity to finally speak to Viktor, to clear the air between us but that hasn't been fruitful and he went away with the promise to discuss. After that he was surrounded by people, always in the midst of conversation, and every time I tried to approach him, he seemed to pull away.“Hey, Kate. Enjoying the
Kate The week after the confrontation with Caroline was a whirlwind of emotions. Despite my attempts to reach out to Viktor, I found myself running into walls. Every time I tried calling or sending a message, he was either too busy or unresponsive. I knew he was likely overwhelmed with work, but the silence only deepened the pit in my stomach. I felt like I was stuck in limbo, unable to move forward or let go.I kept telling myself that I just needed to give him time—time to process everything, time to figure out where things stood. But each passing day felt like an eternity, and the uncertainty gnawed at me. Was he avoiding me? Was he really too busy? Or had I pushed him too far with my involvement in his life?It wasn’t just the silence from Viktor that weighed on me. It was the constant reminder of Caroline’s accusation that haunted me, that I was somehow the cause of the unraveling of their marriage. But it wasn’t that simple. I didn’t want to be a wedge between them. I never pla
KateI was still reeling from the confrontation with Caroline. Her words echoed in my mind like an unsettling song on repeat. "You’re the reason Viktor and I are falling apart," she had accused me. It wasn’t the first time I’d been accused of something I didn’t feel responsible for, but this… this was different. It felt like I was stuck in the middle of something bigger than me, something I didn’t understand.When she stormed out of the office that day, I was left in a state of disbelief. My heart hammered in my chest as I replayed the conversation over and over in my mind, trying to figure out where things had gone wrong. Her eyes, filled with hurt and anger, seemed to pierce right through me. I never intended to come between Viktor and Caroline. In fact, I had never wanted to be involved in their marriage issues at all, but now it seemed like I was the center of their problems. It wasn’t fair.I was relieved, though, that no one had seen or overheard that exchange. The office had be
The Unexpected VisitIt was an ordinary day at the office. The kind where the hum of the air conditioning and the faint clicking of keyboards blended into the background noise, a rhythm of productivity that almost made you forget the world outside. I sat at my desk, next to Viktor's cabin, typing away at a report I had been working on for the past few hours. The fluorescent lights above flickered every now and then, but the monotony of the task was enough to drown out any distractions.Viktor had been absent for the past two days, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of my mind. It was unlike him to take such an extended break without letting anyone know. He was always punctual, always present, always reliable—until now. I had tried calling him several times, but each call went straight to voicemail. A vague sense of concern gnawed at me, but I brushed it off. After all, people needed space sometimes, and maybe Viktor just had something personal to