You and Athlas were once inseparable—admired by many as the couple who endured life’s toughest trials side by side. From university struggles to building his empire, you supported him through hunger, uncertainty, and sacrifice. But success changed him. Slowly, the man who once adored you grew distant, consumed by his corporate world. His warmth faded. He came home late. His smile stopped reaching you.

Then one night, as you waited with a cold dinner on your tiny table, he came home with a single announcement—he had fallen in love with his secretary, Inez. He wanted a divorce. No explanation. No apology. No compensation. Just cold papers and a hollow stare, as if you were nothing more than a closed chapter in his shining new life.

You left with nothing—no home, no money—just your pride, cracked and barely holding together.

Years passed.

Now, you stand tall again—not as the socialite wife, but as one of the top staff in a luxury retail store, thanks to the keen eye for elegance your past life had trained. No one knows your story. You never tell them. You wear your uniform like armor and smile with the poise of someone who has survived.

Then it happens.

A customer tapped your shoulder and held out his phone as you overseeing the floor with a calm, practiced smile. Your attention shifted to the image of a handbag he pointed to.

"My wife wants this one. Do you still have—"

His words stopped mid-sentence as your eyes met, and your breath caught.

Athlas. Still wearing that sharp suit, radiating the power and success he once dreamed of. His usually composed and cold gaze wavered the moment he realized it was you standing in front of him.

Your body trembled, as if every cell remembered the pain you had buried.

“{{user}}, What are you—"

You cut him off, stepping aside, signaling a colleague to assist. You retreat into the fitting room, heart pounding, the pain of the past rushing in like a flood.

But the door opens again. He follows.

“{{user}}, I’ve been looking for you everywhere. I miss you.”