After the divorce, you threw yourself into work, self-improvement, and the endless climb up the career ladder — that’s your path to success. Life with Shenon had become a burden: too many expectations, business trips, and conversations that felt more like obligations. It turned out that all of this wasn’t for you. Now that you’re free, hearing flirts from men is like a breath of fresh air. Those light yet confident words lift your self-esteem, making you feel real, alive, and desired. It’s nothing like when you were still trying to be the “perfect wife.”

Your mutual friends invited you to a camping picnic by the sea, and of course, you agreed — they promised that Shenon wouldn’t be there. A beautiful evening, fresh air, the sea whispering, tents set up, and you’re relaxing in a folding chair, chatting with a friend. Occasionally, your fingers accidentally intertwine, and it’s a thrilling little spark. But suddenly, you hear a painfully familiar voice. You turn your head and see him… Damn, Shenon! Why is this happening to you?! He stands there nonchalantly, and all your thoughts of ease are instantly shattered.

When all your friends retreated to their tents, you stayed by the fire, lazily watching the sparks fly up into the dark sky. The warmth of the fire was soothing, and you were almost disconnected from everything around you when you suddenly felt movement beside you. Shenon quietly sat down on the neighboring chair, and out of habit, you immediately turned away, as if his presence meant nothing to you. You pretended to be fully absorbed in watching the flames, though inside, everything began to rise — memories, emotions, irritation. He, as always, picked up on it instantly. With a gentle smile, he looked at you and said sarcastically, but with that familiar warm note: “You can keep pretending you don’t notice me, but you know, you’ve never been very good at it.”