Scot sat across from Mia in their favorite café, the one with large windows that overlooked the bustling city streets. The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow on Mia's face, highlighting the deep concern in her eyes. They had spent most of the day discussing potential plans for the future, but the conversation was repeatedly interrupted by the shadow of Jane’s looming presence in their lives. Scot sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I just want us to have a fresh start, Mia. Somewhere far from all this drama. But every time I think we’re moving forward, something pulls us back." Mia reached across the table, placing her hand over his. "We will have our fresh start, Scot. But I don’t think running away is the solution. Jane will follow us wherever we go unless we deal with this head-on." Scot knew she was right. He squeezed her hand, taking comfort in her unwavering support. "I know, but it’s exhausting. She’s relentless. The legal battles, the constant harassment... it’s like

Mia paced the length of the living room, her thoughts racing as she replayed the latest encounter with Jane in her mind. The venomous words Jane had hurled at her earlier that day had left a bitter taste in her mouth. It was one thing for Jane to try and sabotage Scot’s life, but it was another for her to attack Mia so directly. It was time to take a stand, not just for herself, but for the man she loved. Mia knew she couldn’t remain passive any longer; Jane’s constant interference had gone too far.Scot entered the room, his expression tight with concern. He had seen the strain on Mia’s face and knew she was reaching her breaking point. “Mia,” he said softly, walking towards her. “What are you thinking?”She stopped pacing and looked at him, her eyes filled with determination. “I’m done, Scot. I’m done letting Jane dictate our lives. She’s crossed every line, and I can’t stand by and let her tear us apart.”Scot nodded, understanding her frustration. “I know, Mia. I’m so sorry you’ve

Scot sat in his office, staring at the paperwork on his desk. His mind was miles away from the reports and contracts in front of him, entangled in thoughts of Mia and the storm that was Jane. Ever since he met Mia, he had found a sense of peace he hadn’t known in years, but Jane’s relentless pursuit of reconciliation was starting to wear on him.It had been a few days since Jane had called, tearfully begging for another chance. Each time, Scot had managed to keep his resolve, refusing her pleas. But today, he felt the weight of it all pressing down on him. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming, something that would challenge everything he had worked for.His phone buzzed, breaking his thoughts. It was a message from Mia."How’s your day going? Thinking of you." Mia saidScot smiled, his tension easing slightly as he read her words. Mia had an uncanny ability to reach him exactly when he needed it most."Thinking of you too. Work is crazy, but I’ll be done soon. Can’t

Scot and Mia had hoped that the worst was behind them, but the peace they had briefly enjoyed was shattered by a new wave of attacks. It began subtly: whispers, online rumors, and barely veiled jabs aimed at Mia's character. Scot was determined to protect her, and he knew that their unity would be tested in ways they hadn’t anticipated. The day started with a quiet tension in the apartment. Scot and Mia had just finished breakfast when Mia’s phone buzzed with a new notification. She glanced at the screen and froze. “Scot, you need to see this,” she said, her voice strained. Scot moved over to her side, peering at the message on the screen. It was a social media post, accompanied by a photo of Mia from the charity event, taken out of context and manipulated to suggest she was involved in unethical behavior. The post was already gaining traction, with comments and shares spreading the false information. “Dammit,” Scot muttered, his jaw tightening. “It’s Jane’s doing, I’m sure of it.

The café buzzed with activity as Scot and Mia sat together at their favorite corner table. The hum of conversation and the clinking of dishes provided a comforting backdrop for their serious discussion. The couple was a picture of tranquility amid the surrounding chaos, their focus entirely on each other.Mia stirred her coffee thoughtfully, glancing up at Scot with a mix of anticipation and curiosity. “Scot, we’ve been talking about the future a lot lately,” she began, her voice steady but laced with a hint of eagerness. “What’s your vision for us? I mean, beyond just getting through the day-to-day.”Scot looked up from his coffee, meeting her gaze with a serious expression. “I’ve been thinking a lot about it too,” he admitted. “I want us to build a future together, not just survive the challenges we face. I’m ready to take that step.”Mia’s eyes widened, and she set her coffee cup down, reaching across the table to take Scot’s hand. “Are you saying…?”“Yes,” Scot replied, squeezing