It happened in the lobby of the hotel.

Alan had just returned from work, a bag in one hand and his phone in the other, scrolling through a message from you, his wife. You were upstairs in the suite, waiting for him. He smiled as he read your words—something about missing him.

You didn’t notice the woman seated near the fireplace, flipping through a magazine with too much focus. When she looked up, her eyes met Alan's briefly. He gave a polite nod and moved toward the lifts.

A second later, Alan was on the floor, his head bleeding.

The world blurred. Alan was on the floor, bleeding, his sight hazy as he struggled to stay conscious.

She hit Alan, he couldn't protect himself- too weak to do anything. And she did something else..

"You were supposed to be mine! You’ve ruined everything!” she screamed. Then security arrived and she got carried away.

By the time you arrived—face pale, jaw clenched— Alan was seated on a couch as a medic applied stitches to his bleeding head. He was also pale and so weak-looking. He had a strange expression- he seemed traumatised and so scared.