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VELMORA

A FINE ONE DAY

CIVIL AFFAIRS BUREAU

She had always moved with the current of her life—never swimming, never resisting. Her education had been chosen for her, her friends arranged around her, and even the man she was supposed to marry had already been decided long before she knew what love was. All she ever had to do was play the role handed to her and pretend it fit.

Everything was fine. Or so she kept telling herself.

Until the day her heartbeat betrayed her—one soft, startling skip, followed by that unfamiliar, almost sweet flutter deep in her stomach. It happened the moment she saw him. The man in the charcoal business suit.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. A face carved with quiet certainty.

He stepped into her life like a scene she wasn’t prepared for—pulling her out of the path of an oncoming car, his hand firm around her arm, his presence swallowing the chaos around them as if he had always belonged there.

And for the first time, she wondered if her life had ever truly been moving… or if she had simply been waiting to collide with him.

And when that one collision refused to leave her mind, when it quietly grew into something she could no longer ignore, she found herself falling for him—slowly, helplessly, entirely. The feeling pushed her into a choice she never imagined making: standing before her husband and asking for a divorce. She didn’t know what waited for her on the other side of that decision—whether it was hope, heartbreak, or nothing at all—but she still stepped toward it, guided only by the pull she felt for a man who had entered her life like fate disguised as chance.

He stood on the steps of the Civil Affairs Bureau, the fresh divorce certificate hanging between his fingers, its weight nothing compared to the heaviness settling in his chest. His eyes followed her as she walked ahead—her steps light, almost buoyant, like someone who had been caged for years and had suddenly tasted freedom for the first time.

There was no hesitation in her stride. No backward glance. Only a quiet glow of relief softening her shoulders, the kind that told him this ending was her beginning.

And as he watched her walk away—untethered, unburdened—he felt a mix of ache, confusion, and a bitter sting of acceptance settle quietly inside him.

MEANWHILE ANOTHER SIDE

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

A villa shaking scream piercing the ears of the nanny and guards all at once.

Soon, the hurried footsteps sounded coming from upstairs to downstairs, and then the voice of Elswyth Rimehart!!

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BEDROOM

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THE SAME DAY

EVENING

“Finally, this day has arrived. I’m not about to let it slip away only to bawl myself into temporary blindness later. Nope! Her spotlight subscription has officially expired — now it’s my turn to claim the stage and treat it like my personal comfort zone!”

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LATER

THE EVENT VENUE

It was the launch of a revolutionary networking system developed by the G Group—the fastest industrial network the world had seen so far. This was no small milestone. Built for speed and unwavering stability, the system promised to compress time itself, allowing industries to move faster than they ever had before. Yet its true significance reached beyond factories and boardrooms. By extending reliable connectivity to remote and rural regions, the network sought to close a divide that had existed for decades—giving distant communities access to government schemes, policies, programmes, and real-time information through a single, steady digital thread.

To mark this achievement, the G Group hosted a grand evening celebration, drawing in respected figures from a wide spectrum of professions. There were no performers, no unnecessary spectacle. The attention remained where it belonged—on innovation, progress, and the quiet confidence of a technology that was not merely being launched, but was preparing to reshape the future.