A month had passed, That night, Nicolas sat in the living room of his small apartment. Job application papers littered the table, and his cell phone wouldn't stop vibrating with messages from loan sharks collecting debts. He massaged his temples, frustrated with the way things were going. His parents, Maria, Nicolas's mother, sat not far from him. The woman's face is full of anxiety as she watches her once-successful son fall into a directionless slump. "I've tried talking to some friends to help you find a job, but everyone says Celine is blocking your chances, son," Maria said in a low voice. Nicolas looked up with a tired look. "She has every right, Mom. I did ruin her life. Maybe this is karma for me." "Don't talk like that, Nico. You did that because you wanted to protect her. She needs to know the truth!" Maria insisted. Nicolas shook his head weakly. "Celine won't care, Mom. Even if she knew, I would still have nothing to offer her. She has chosen her path, and I mus
On a quiet night, the atmosphere at Celine's mansion suddenly turned chaotic. Calvin, who had just overheard the servants talking about his mother's marriage to Gabriel Valerio, threw his toy on the floor with a bang. His little face reddened, his tears began to flow. "No! I don't want Mommy to marry Uncle Gabriel!" Calvin shouted hysterically, making the servants startle and stop working. Celine, who heard the commotion from the living room, immediately went into Calvin's room. Seeing her crying son, she approached cautiously, trying to calm the boy down. "Calvin, honey, what's wrong? Why are you screaming like this?" asked Celine softly, kneeling in front of him. Calvin looked up at his mother with eyes filled with anger and sadness. "I don't want Mommy to marry Uncle Gabriel! I want Mommy to remarry Daddy!" Celine was silent, feeling like she had been slapped by her son's words. She took a deep breath, trying to explain. "Calvin, Mommy knows you love Daddy, but Mommy and
Nicolas sat on the sofa, Calvin was beside him with a sullen face. On the other hand, Celine stood in the doorway, her breathing still labored after searching for Calvin almost all night. "Calvin, we're going home now," Celine said in a firm yet soft tone, trying to control her emotions. Calvin shook his head hard, hugging Nicolas' waist tightly. "I don't want to! I want to stay with Daddy!" Calvin shouted with teary eyes. "Calvin, honey," Celine squatted down, trying to get on her son's level. "We can't stay here. Mommy told us that Daddy doesn't live with us anymore." Calvin looked at his mother with a look full of disbelief. "Why not, Mommy? Why can't Daddy stay with us? Aren't we family?" Celine was silent. The words pierced her heart. She knew Calvin was too young to understand this complicated situation. "Calvin," Nico finally spoke up, his voice soft and calm. "Mommy you're right. Daddy now lives here alone. You have to go home with Mommy."But Calvin just shook his
Nicolas stood in the kitchen, busy preparing breakfast for Calvin. The omelet was perfectly fluffy on the griddle, while the aroma of toast filled the room. He glanced into the living room, where Calvin was still wrapped in a blanket on the sofa, his face looking peaceful in sleep. "Calvin, let's wake up, son. Breakfast is ready," Nico called as he placed a plate on the table. Calvin squirmed lazily, opening his eyes slowly. "What's for breakfast, Daddy?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. "Eggs, bread, and vanilla milk. Come on, wash your face quickly," Nico replied with a small smile. Calvin got up with a lazy step, heading for the bathroom. A few minutes later, they sat together at the dining table. "Daddy made the eggs just right. It's delicious," Calvin praised as he spooned a piece of egg into his mouth. "Daddy always knows what you like," Nico replies, trying to break the ice. However, when breakfast was over and Nico started talking about going home, Calvin immediately
At Celine's Mansion, moments after Devano left without CalvinCeline stood in the center of the large living room, her eyes burning with anger. Devano had just entered the house with a worried expression, and Celine immediately approached, her arms folded across her chest. "Why didn't you bring Calvin?" asked Celine, her voice flat yet full of pressure. Devano looked uncomfortable, he looked down for a moment before answering. "Sorry, Celine. Calvin refused to go home. I tried to persuade him, but... he didn't want to come." "Doesn't want to come? Do you think I'm going to let that happen? You should have been more assertive!" snapped Celine, her tone getting higher. "Don't make excuses, Devano. I told you, no matter what, Calvin has to come home today!" Devano humbled himself, distressed by Celine's anger. "I... will go back to Mr. Nicolas' apartment." However, Celine was no longer patient. Wordlessly, she picked up the phone and called someone. After a few seconds, her voi
At Celine's MansionCalvin's cries echoed throughout the mansion. The boy rolled on the living room floor, beating the carpet with his hands while crying loudly. His face reddened, the tears continued to flow non-stop. "I want Daddy! Take me to Daddy!" cried Calvin, his voice hoarse from crying so much. Celine stood by the stairs, clutching her throbbing temples. Her eyes looked tired, her hair a little messy. She looked at her son with a mixture of anger, frustration, and... helplessness. "Calvin, Mommy told you. Daddy is not someone you can trust. He can't give you a good life!" Celine tried to calm herself down, though her tone remained firm. However, Calvin's crying grew louder. The boy looked at his mother with eyes full of anger and hurt. "Daddy loves me! Daddy never yells at me like Mommy!" The words were like a hard slap to Celine. Her breath caught. She tried to approach Calvin, kneeling before him carefully. "Honey... listen to Mommy. Daddy's not a bad person, but
In a Luxury RestaurantGabriel, the man who would become Celine's husband tomorrow, sat at a corner table with a young woman in a red dress. They were chuckling, talking in low voices, as if they were hiding something. Nicolas, who was delivering documents for an odd job in the same building, accidentally saw Gabriel from a distance. At first, Nicolas only intended to ignore, but when he saw Gabriel touching the woman's hand intimately, he felt something was wrong. Nicolas decided to come closer, hiding behind a large curtain. "Honey, are you sure she's not suspicious?" the woman asked, her voice soft but full of sarcasm. Gabriel chuckled. "Celine is too busy taking care of the kids and the family business. Besides, she trusts me. The important thing is that I marry her tomorrow, and everything will be fine after that." The woman squinted. "Smooth how do you mean?" Gabriel leaned in, speaking more softly. However, Nicolas could still hear clearly. "Once I have full access to
The afternoon sky was dark when Celine came out of her office. Her heart was still heavy after canceling her wedding to Gabriel. She walked towards her car parked on the side of the road, unaware that a black car was slowly approaching from behind. Nicolas, who happened to be passing by, saw the figure. He felt there was something strange about the black car. Its speed increased slowly, and it was heading straight towards Celine. "Celine! Be careful!" shouted Nicolas, running with all his might. Celine turned her head with a confused look, but it was too late. The car was speeding away, just a few meters away from her body. In an instant, Nicolas pushed Celine to the side of the sidewalk, his own body bouncing onto the road. Celine screamed, her body falling to the edge of the sidewalk. Her head hit hard, and her vision began to blur. The black car sped off without stopping. At the hospitalThe hospital room was silent except for the sound of the monitor that kept beeping,
The living room lights were still on even though it was past midnight. Nico sat on the sofa, laptop on his lap, a serious look on his face. He was reviewing reports and presentations for a new project at work. Although he is tired, there is a burning passion in his heart. He wants to prove to himself - and to Celine - that he can rise to the occasion. As he was typing, he heard soft steps coming from the kitchen. Nico lifted his head and saw Celine walking slowly with a sleepy face. Her slightly messy hair made her look different from usual, more relaxed, more human. Celine did not notice Nico's presence in the living room. She went straight to the kitchen to get a glass of mineral water. After pouring the water into the glass, she turned around with a slightly hurried step. But suddenly, she winced in pain. "Ouch!" Celine exclaimed softly. Her leg was sprained and her body lost its balance. Nico, who was watching from the sofa, immediately reflexively moved. Within seconds, h
Nico stood in front of Celine's door with his heart pounding. He was carrying a bag containing a small gift for Calvin-the boy's favorite toy. Even though he had come to this house several times before, the atmosphere always felt familiar to him. This time, he came with a new determination: not only for Calvin, but also to change Celine's view of him. As soon as the door opened, the sound of small footsteps could be heard. Calvin ran from the living room, his face beaming when he saw Nico. "Daddy!" he exclaimed cheerfully, then immediately jumped into Nico's arms. "Calvin!" Nico greeted him with a big smile, hugging the boy tightly. "How are you, son? Daddy really misses you." "I miss you too, Daddy!" Calvin tightened his hug, then his eyes lit up when he saw the bag in Nico's hand. "What did Daddy bring?" "This is for Calvin," Nico said as he opened the bag and took out a bright blue toy car. "Wow!" Calvin immediately cheered, taking the toy eagerly. "Thank you, Daddy!" A
In the Interview RoomNico sat nervously in front of three interviewers. They were carefully examining his CV. Despite being well-dressed and prepared, Nico felt small under their piercing gazes. "So, Mr. Nico," one of the interviewers, a middle-aged man with thick glasses, began, "you have quite a bit of experience as an operations manager, but we also noticed a long gap in your career. Can you explain why?" Nico took a deep breath. He knew this question would come up. "I had some personal issues that impacted my career. But I've resolved them all, and now I'm ready to start over from scratch. I want to prove myself that I am still capable of making a great contribution." A female interviewer with short hair notes something in her notebook. "Can you give us an example, Mr. Nico, of your strategy to improve efficiency in the operations team, based on your previous experience?" Nico smiled slightly, feeling a little more confident. "One of the things I always prioritize is clea
Morning at the HospitalAll night, Celine couldn't sleep. Nico's words kept ringing in her mind. She knew Nico had made many mistakes in the past, but his earnestness that night felt different. There was an honesty in the man's gaze that she found hard to ignore. As the sun began to rise, Celine finally decided on something. She picked up her cell phone and typed a short message to Devano. [Meet me at the office this morning. We need to talk]-Celine's Office Devano knocked politely on Celine's office door, then entered after being invited. The man wore a neat suit as usual, his face calm yet thoughtful. "Is there anything I need to do, ma'am?" asked Devano, sitting in the chair in front of Celine's desk. Celine looked at her faithful assistant, then sighed softly. "I need you to open access for Nico." Devano raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised. "Open access? By that you mean, removing his name from the blacklist of companies in this city?" Celine nodded. "Yes. She s
In the Hospital CorridorAfter making sure Calvin was fast asleep, Nico and Celine stood facing each other outside the room. The corridor was quiet, only the sound of the hospital staff's steps could be heard occasionally passing by. "Celine," Nico began, his voice low, almost a whisper. "I want to talk about something important." Celine looked at him with a flat expression. "What else, Nico?" Nico bowed his head, trying to string together the right words. "I know I'm nothing now. Everything I used to have, it's all gone. I lost everything, including you. And it's my fault." Celine remained silent, waiting for what Nico would say next. "But I don't want to continue like this," Nico continued, his voice starting to sound more determined. "I want to get back on my feet, Celine. I want to work, build my career from scratch. I want to be able to stand on my own feet, without having to rely on anyone." "So?" asked Celine briefly, her eyes narrowed, trying to read Nico's intenti
At Nico's apartmentNico's cell phone vibrated on the small table in front of him. He immediately grabbed it when he saw Celine's name on the screen. "Hello?" "Nico," Celine's voice sounded firm, though a little hurried. "Can you go to the hospital now? Calvin keeps looking for you. He's starting to run a fever again, probably from too much stress." Nico stood up immediately. "I'll be there now." Before he could grab his jacket, his mother sitting on the sofa gave him a sharp look. "Wait a minute, Nico." "I don't have time, Mom," Nico replied quickly, but his mother was already standing and blocking his way. "This is your chance," his mother said in a low, stressful voice. "Celine asked you to go there. She needs you. Use this to make her see that you can still be her savior." Nico sighed loudly, frustrated. "This isn't about me or Celine, Mom. This is about Calvin. That boy is sick!" "Exactly," his mother replied quickly, her eyes narrowing. "And who's there for Calvin?
Calvin sat on the edge of the bed, hugging his favorite doll with a sour face. He looked up at his mother with eyes that were almost brimming with tears. "Mommy, where's Daddy? Why isn't Daddy here?" he whined in a small voice full of confusion. Celine, who was folding the blanket at the end of the bed, tried to put on a gentle smile. "Daddy went away for a while, dear. He bought some fruit for you. Calvin likes apples and oranges, doesn't he?" "But it took so long!" Calvin snorted. "I want Daddy now!" Celine came over, sat beside Calvin, and gently smoothed her son's hair. "Be patient, honey. Daddy will come back. Now, how about Calvin draw a picture first? Daddy will see the picture when he gets home." Calvin gave a small nod, though his face was still sullen. "But Mommy said Daddy won't leave again." Celine was silent for a moment. She knew this little lie wasn't a good solution, but she also didn't know how to explain the situation to Calvin. "Daddy's only gone for a l
"So what if Calvin asks that we don't live in the same house?" Nico asked later. "Well, we still live in the same house. We'll pretend to be married. Later, I'll find a new Daddy if it's suitable, then get divorced."Nico was stunned to hear that statement. Celine looked at him without hesitation, as if the sentence she had just said was the most logical solution that could be taken. "We live in the same house?" Nico repeated, making sure he hadn't heard wrong. Celine nodded, her face remaining cold. "Yes. For Calvin's sake. He doesn't need to know what's really going on between us. We pretend to be married, living like a normal family in front of him. If I find someone suitable, we can divorce gracefully." Nico felt something hit his chest. He wanted to refuse, wanted to say that it wasn't fair, but the words seemed to get stuck in his throat. "Are you serious, Celine?" he asked in a trembling voice. "Seriously," Celine replied firmly. "I don't care how you feel about this
Celine looked at Nico with a look in her eyes that was hard to interpret. Calvin had already fallen asleep in his small bed after being tired of crying. Now there were only the two of them in the room, and the atmosphere was heavy. "I want to clarify something," Celine finally opened her voice. Her tone was cold, different from before. Nico, who was standing by the window, turned his head. "What is it, Celine?" Celine took a deep breath. "What I said earlier, about forgiving you... it's not entirely true." Nico looked at her, his forehead furrowed. "What do you mean?" "I only said that for Calvin's sake." Celine looked directly into Nico's eyes, her tone firm. "I don't want him to feel even more devastated. But that doesn't mean I've forgotten everything you did." Nico was silent. He didn't try to defend himself, nor did he show anger. He just nodded slowly, as if he had expected the answer. "I understand," he said finally, his voice low. "I know I deserve that." Celin