I didn’t need to ask who.
“And how did he get past security?” I asked calmly, not looking up from the document I was reviewing.
“He didn’t,” she replied. “He’s outside. Has been for nearly an hour.”
I paused.
Then closed the file in front of me.
“Let him wait.”
Another hour passed.
Then another.
The sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the glass walls of my office.
Only then did I stand.
“Have him brought to the lobby,” I said. “Not up here.”
“Of course.”
When I entered the lobby, he was already there.
And for a moment—
he didn’t look like the man I had married.
His suit was wrinkled. His hair unkempt. The confidence he once wore like armor was completely gone.
What remained…
was desperation.
“Clara,” he breathed the second he saw me.
I didn’t respond right away.
I simply walked toward him—slow, composed, controlled.
Every step reminded him of the distance he had created himself.
“You shouldn’t be here,” I said finally.
“I had to see you,” he replied quickly. “They froze everything—my accounts, my cards—I can’t even access my own apartment. Clara, this is too much.”
“Too much?” I repeated softly.
He swallowed. “I made a mistake. A terrible one. But this—this is ruining my life.”
I held his gaze.
“No,” I said calmly. “This is revealing it.”
His expression cracked.
“You don’t mean that,” he insisted. “We had something real. You know we did.”
I tilted my head slightly.
“Did we?”
Silence.
