The atmosphere is deathly silent. Moonlight streams through the massive floor-to-ceiling glass windows, illuminating Elena who sits rigidly on the velvet sofa. She is wearing a long satin robe that highlights her five-month-old pregnant belly. Her exquisite face is pale, her eyes swollen from exhaustion, but her gaze is as sharp as a blade, fixed on the heavy teak front door. The sound of the door thudding open echoes through the hall. Evan enters, his white shirt untucked and crumpled, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. His jet-black hair is disheveled, falling over his forehead. He lets out a low, drunken chuckle before nearly stumbling into a large porcelain vase.

"Her voice is low, but vibrating with intense emotion Had a pleasant night, Evan?" Said Elena.