Marga turned to face him, her expression thoughtful. “I think I need a little more time here,” she said. “I just... I need to clear my head a bit more. But I’ll be back soon.”Evan nodded, understanding. “Take all the time you need,” he said. “I’ll be waiting for you.”Marga smiled, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his waist. “Thank you,” she whispered, resting her head against his chest.They stayed like that for a few moments before Evan reluctantly pulled away. “I should go,” he said, not wanting to but knowing he had to. “But I’ll call you later, okay?”“Okay,” Marga agreed, standing by the door as he prepared to leave.Evan paused, looking at her one last time before stepping out into the morning air. His heart was heavy with the knowledge that they were about to face challenges, but it was also lightened by the hope that they had found something worth fighting for.Back in the city, Evan returned to the bustling chaos of his life. The office was as hectic as ever

Days passed, blending into one another as Evan settled into a new rhythm far removed from the demands of his CEO role. He had chosen to take a leave of absence, a decision that surprised even himself, but he knew it was the right thing to do. Marga needed him, and he wanted to be there for her, not just as a fleeting presence but as a steady support.The hospital became their temporary home, the sterile walls and the constant hum of medical equipment a backdrop to their days. Marga’s mother remained in the intensive care unit, slowly recovering, and while the initial fear had lessened, the tension still lingered.Evan’s days were now filled with caring for Marga, ensuring she ate, slept, and took moments for herself, even when she resisted. He also found himself speaking with the doctors, asking questions, and trying to understand the medical jargon so he could explain things to Marga in a way that made sense. It was a role he’d never imagined himself in, but one he embraced fully.On

As the days passed, the time came for them to return to the city. The drive back was quiet, both of them lost in their thoughts, but there was an unspoken understanding between them. They knew that what awaited them wasn’t going to be easy. The life they had shared in the peaceful surroundings of the mountain retreat would soon be replaced by the fast-paced demands of city life and the watchful eyes of the media.Evan’s mansion loomed large as they arrived, its grandeur a stark contrast to the simple beauty of the countryside they had left behind. He glanced at Marga as they pulled into the driveway, sensing her unease. “I promise to protect you from all the noise,” he said, reaching out to squeeze her hand reassuringly.Marga smiled, though her heart raced with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. “I know you will.”As they stepped out of the car, they were greeted by Evan’s right-hand man, Elias, whose face lit up with a knowing smile. He had watched the transformation in his b

Days passed, and the media frenzy around them began to settle. The interview had achieved what they had hoped—it shifted the narrative in their favor, allowing them to move forward with their lives. But as the dust began to settle, a new threat loomed on the horizon.On the other hand, Andrea had watched the interview with a simmering rage. She couldn’t stand seeing Evan happy with someone else, especially not with Marga, a woman she viewed as beneath her. The interview had only fueled her jealousy and resentment. She felt humiliated by the way the public had praised Evan and Marga’s relationship, while she was left in the shadows, her own misdeeds forgotten or ignored.In her desperation, Andrea turned to her father. Andrea had always been his favorite, and he had never hesitated to help her out of a difficult situation, even if it meant playing dirty.When Andrea expressed her frustration and jealousy, Mr. Sanchez listened with a calculating

The next morning, Evan arrived at the company earlier than usual, determined to face the day head-on. As he walked through the corridors, he overheard snippets of conversations—whispers that abruptly stopped as soon as he came into view. His presence commanded respect, but today, it also brought a chill of apprehension.He reached his office, but the murmur of voices continued to echo in his mind. They were talking about him, about Marga. It wasn’t just idle chatter; it was judgment. The whispers questioned his judgment, his professionalism, and that cut deeper than he expected.He stopped outside the break room, hearing a conversation inside.“I still can’t believe the CEO is dating his former secretary. It’s like something out of a cheap romance novel,” one voice said.“Yeah, and he’s so ruthless in business, but this? It’s unprofessional. What does he see in her anyway?” another chimed in.The anger rose in Evan like a tide, swift and overpowering. Without a second thought, he push