Alex sighed, a heavy burden lifting from his shoulders as he began to unravel the tangled web of his relationship woe. "She's been distant, you know? Like, I got her flowers for our anniversary, poured my heart into it, and not a word from her." Zac chimed in, "That's rough, bro. What did you do?"Alex ran a hand through his hair, a sign of both frustration and vulnerability. "I tried talking to her, but it's like she's in another world. And then, today, she sends me this voicemail, saying she wants us to talk." Daniel suggested, "Maybe she's going through something. You know, you should listen to what she has to say." Alex nodded, the weight of the situation evident in his eyes. "Yeah, you're right. I just hope we can figure things out, you know?"A heavy silence enveloped the room as Alex, his eyes reflecting the shadows of his fears, admitted, "I'm scared of what might come from her when we talk." Daniel leaned in and asked, "What are you afraid of, man?" Alex, almost in a whisper,

The following morning, Isabella found herself waking up early, greeted by the sight of Alex still sound asleep. A quiet "shit, shit, shit" slipped from her lips as she maneuvered her way into the bathroom, careful not to disturb his slumber. In front of the mirror, she couldn't help but mutter, "Damn it," contemplating the surprise of finding him in the morning light on her bed.Taking a deep breath, Isabella proceeded with her morning routine. She had a quick bath, selected her clothes, and dressed with a touch of subtle elegance. A slight makeup application completed her look. Tiptoeing her way out of the room so as not to wake Alex, she navigated downstairs. As she made her way out of the house, Tes, the house help, spotted her. "Good morning, ma'am," Tes greeted."Hi, good morning Tes. How are you doing?" Isabella replied. "I'm fine, ma'am. I'm still trying to make breakfast," Tes explained. Isabella waved off her concerns, saying, "Don't worry about me," and silently slipped out

In the realm of the early morning, Alex found himself caught in the clutches of an untimely awakening. The digital numbers on his bedside clock glowed accusingly, revealing a time that transcended the boundaries of the typical workday start. As consciousness slowly seeped into his groggy state, his eyes widened, and he muttered an expletive under his breath."Oh, shit, shit," he exclaimed, realizing the potential repercussions of this tardy start. Hastening to rectify the situation, Alex leaped out of bed, his feet making a hasty journey across the room. In a synchronized dance of urgency, he reached the bathroom door, swinging it open with a determination born out of necessity.The bathroom light flickered to life, casting shadows that danced in rhythm with his hurried movements. The sound of running water soon accompanied his bustling activity, as he prepared for the day in a whirlwind of soap, shampoo, and toothpaste. The morning routine, typically a choreographed symphony, now pla

As the evening progressed, amidst the delightful ambiance and the rich flavors of the meal, Isabella found a moment to broach a more serious topic. Leaning in slightly, she said, "So, ummm... I met with your team." Ruben's eyebrows lifted in mild surprise. "You did? I thought you were going to send your assistant."Isabella chuckled nervously, "Yeah, we went over together." Ruben nodded, his curiosity evident. "Okay, rough morning?" Isabella hesitated, her gaze momentarily shifting. Taking a deep breath, she met his eyes and said, "Listen, I'm married, and this thing you're trying to do, I mean... I can't give you that."Ruben leaned back, a contemplative expression on his face. "Well... I'm just going to say this. I promised myself not to raise this tonight, but give it a thought. And, of course, the contract is still yours." Isabella's eyes searched his face, attempting to decipher the complexity of the situation. The revelation hung in the air, momentarily disrupting the ease that

The following morning bathed the room in a soft, golden glow, signaling the arrival of the weekend. The remnants of the night's festivities lingered in the air, but for Alex, a different set of challenges awaited. He sat up on the floor, his thoughts already occupied with the impending encounter with his in-laws. The plans to meet his Butler added another layer of complexity to the day.As he stood up, careful not to disturb Isabella's peaceful slumber, Alex felt a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. He tiptoed across the room, making his way to the bathroom. Closing the door behind him, he dialed the number of his Butler, the anticipation of their meeting playing out in his mind."Good morning, Mr. Alex," the Butler greeted in his calm and composed tone. "Good morning," Alex replied, his voice reflecting the weight of his thoughts. "We need to meet today. There are some matters I want to discuss." "Of course, sir. I'll make the necessary arrangements. Shall we meet at our usual