Gibson's heart was heavy as he gazed at Cynthia, the love of his life, sitting across from him with such coldness. He couldn't believe that this was how their marriage was ending, with a check on the table and no hope of reconciliation.He remembered the first time he met Cynthia, her smile had lit up the room and his heart. He had fallen deeply in love with her, and over the years, their love had grown stronger. But now, it all seemed like it was for nothing.As he picked up the check, he couldn't help but think about all the memories they had shared. The trips they had taken, the laughs they had shared, and the promises they had made to each other. It was all coming to an end.His mind was racing, trying to find the right words to say to Cynthia, but he couldn't find any. He felt like he had lost the ability to communicate with her, and that was the saddest part of it all.He glanced up at her, and her eyes were still fixed on her phone screen. It was like she didn't even care that

As they made their way to the party, the atmosphere around them was vibrant and alive. Gibson and Lina were chatting, laughing and discussing. Lina was eager to introduce Gibson to her friends, hoping he would get along with them. But as they got closer to the gate, Gibson's heart sank when he saw Cynthia standing there, arms crossed, with a tall and handsome man by her side.Cynthia's face contorted with anger as she spotted Gibson approaching. "What are you doing here, Gibson?" she sneered, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.Gibson felt his stomach drop, the last thing he wanted was to have a confrontation with his ex-wife. Trying his best to remain calm, he responded, "I was invited by a friend.”Cynthia's eyes narrowed into a fierce glare, and Lina could practically feel the heat emanating from them. The intensity of her stare was suffocating, and Lina could feel her heart racing as she struggled to maintain her composure.The venom in Cynthia's voice was palpable as she spat ou

Cynthia sat slumped at her table, her shoulders drooping, and her head heavy in her hands. The room was silent, except for the sound of her deep, heavy sighs that filled the air. She couldn't believe that everything she had worked so hard for was now falling apart like a house of cards. It felt like her world was collapsing around her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.Cynthia felt a pang of disappointment as she whispered Jonah's name, her voice barely audible as she tried to keep it steady. She felt so overwhelmed that it was hard to keep her emotions in check. She let out another deep sigh and put her head back in her hands, feeling the weight of the situation crush down upon her. Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, it actually got worse.Cynthia felt a lump form in her throat as she recalled the events of the day. She had been so sure that she was going to win that contract, but instead, she had lost it. She had poured her heart and soul into the

Cynthia's heart was filled with an array of emotions as she bowed her head in a gesture of gratitude towards Jonah. The warmth of his kind act was almost too much for her to bear. Her voice trembled as she expressed her sincere thanks to him, "Thank you so much, Jonah," she said, her words quivering with deep emotion. "I honestly don't know what I would have done without your help."Jonah was taken aback by Cynthia's show of gratitude. While he was pleased to be receiving those accolades, he knew deep down that he had nothing to do with how it all came about. Despite this, he tried to brush off her gratitude and responded hesitantly, "Uh, yeah, no problem. I'm glad I could help."Cynthia looked up at Jonah, and her eyes glistened with tears. She was grateful beyond words for Jonah's timely intervention, and she wanted him to know it. "You really came through for me when I needed it the most," she said, her voice choked with emotion. Her words were genuine, and the gratitude she f

With an abrupt change in his facial expression, Gibson's countenance appeared to contort into a displeased grimace. His eyebrows furrowed and he fixed an intense glare upon the middle-aged man standing before him, who coincidentally happened to be the designated manager of the establishment. "Pardon me, sir," Gibson interjected in a clear and steady voice, "but based on the information provided to me, I was led to believe that this was an accommodation facility of the utmost caliber, boasting a seven-star rating, if I'm not mistaken. However, given the manner in which you are presently conducting yourself, I find myself compelled to question the validity of that initial assumption." In response to Gibson's measured rebuke, the manager issued him a contemptuous once-over, accompanied by a sneering remark intended to belittle him: "A guest? You appear to resemble more of a beggar than a patron in my estimation."The manager, feeling displeased and agitated, gestured vigorously towar