As the day began to wane, Wade off, signaling the end of another workday, Stephen briskly made his way to his office desk. With practiced smoothness, he retrieved his important documents, carefully arranging them within the confines of his suitcase. The sound of his footsteps reverberated through the empty hallway as he confidently strode towards the elevator. Just as he was about to step inside, a voice resonated from behind, causing him to pause in his tracks. The rhythmic echo of heels against the polished floor reached his ears, prompting him to swiftly turn around. There she stood, Zia, the person whose presence had caught him off guard. Her head slightly inclined, her identity confirmed through the subtle recognition that flashed in his eyes. "Zia, it's you," he uttered, masking his surprise with composed demeanor."Yes sir," she responded respectfully, her voice carrying a sense of purpose. "I am actually heading to the garage, so it's quite a coincidence that we've crossed pat

"This is not what you think, Mike," Zia said, her voice filled with a mix of concern and regret."What is it then? You just told me she's not here with you. So it was true, you are dating your staff," Mike demanded, his tone heavy with accusations."Mike, it's not what you think," Zia explained, attempting to defuse the tension. "I was just here to discuss something important with him. I was the one who told him to deny the fact that I am here," she added, taking the blame upon herself."How do you expect me to trust you?" Mike said firmly, his anger boiling within him. "He told me he was alone."Zia's heart sank as she felt the weight of Mike's distrust press upon her. She desperately sought to find the right words to make him understand. "Mike, don't you trust me?" she asked, her voice laced with vulnerability. "Do you honestly think I could have anything to do with him? This is just a trap. There is nothing between us."Stephen, standing beside Zia, couldn't contain his own heighte

When he felt an overwhelming disbelief, he hastily rushed out of his room and was immediately greeted by a shocking sight. His heart sank as he noticed everyone in the living room, tears streaming down their faces. The atmosphere was heavy with sadness and despair.Mr. Wesley, with guilt etched on his face, broke down in tears, blaming himself for the current state of affairs. His self-reproach echoed throughout the room, only adding to the somber mood. Stephen, bewildered by the scene before him, struggled to comprehend the truth of it all.Summoning his courage, Stephen squared his shoulders and tried to compose himself. The weight of the situation pressed upon him, yet he determinedly sought answers amid the chaos.Desperation seeping into his voice, he called out to the room, demanding someone to share with him the truth of the matter. His words escaped in a mix of both confusion and anguish, revealing his deteriorating state of mind.Nathan, consumed by grief, sat there weeping u

Stephen, despite his initial desire to act stubborn, found himself being forcefully dragged away from the place. The group returned home, hearts heavy with sadness. Friends and well-wishers gathered to offer their condolences to the family during this difficult time. Although it was a challenging period, the family made the choice to remain strong. For Stephen, the pain was particularly intense. He confined himself to his room, rarely venturing out until the memorial service. During the service, his loved one received the final honor bestowed upon her by the family, her fans, friends, and everyone who held her dear. The atmosphere was filled with a mixture of sorrow and awkwardness as each person paid their own tribute to her.After the somber ceremony came to an end, Clinton, her ex-boyfriend, and Nathaniel, her betrayed best friend, appeared to pay their final respects. As the crowd dispersed and returned to their respective homes, Clinton and Nathaniel best friend remained behind,

"Explain yourself then," he retorted, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and curiosity. He leaned in, ready to give a listening ear to Mike's explanation. The intensity of the situation hung heavy in the room, as tension crackled in the air.Mike launched into his explanation, his words pouring out in a torrent. He painted a vivid picture of the events that had transpired, recounting every detail and nuance. Each word seemed to carry the weight of his emotions, as he struggled to make sense of the situation. It was clear that he had been caught off guard, unsure of who to direct his mounting aggression towards.The realization hit him like a tidal wave. "This is unbelievable," he muttered, his voice trembling with a mixture of shock and remorse. Waves of regret washed over him, as he couldn't believe the extent to which he had wrongly accused the person in question. The doubts that had been whispered by others now echoed loudly in his mind, as he acknowledged that perhaps he d