Vivian paced back and forth in their modest yet cozy living room. The dim lights illuminated the space, creating a somewhat gloomy atmosphere. The walls were adorned with photos of their happy moments together, but tonight, the mood was far from joyful. With each passing second, the anxiety in her heart grew stronger.“Oh my God!” Vivian shouted, her voice echoing through the house. “Where the hell is that fool?” She glanced at the wall clock, which read eleven o'clock at night. Her face started to pale, and her breath felt heavy. Gaston, her husband, still hadn’t returned.She had tried reaching out to a few friends, hoping one of them had seen Gaston. But all the responses only heightened her unease. None of them knew where her husband was. Vivian shook her head, trying to brush away the dark thoughts that were beginning to gnaw at her.As her mind raced, she suddenly heard the sound of the door opening. Vivian turned around, her heart racing. Gaston peeked his head in from behind t

That morning, Vivian stood in line at the bank with trembling hands. She glanced at the ten-million-dollar check Gaston had given her the night before, lying in her bag. Her heart raced, and anxiety clouded her mind. "What if this check is fake? What will happen next?" she thought, worried. She tried to calm herself, but the nervousness was hard to shake off.Gaston sat next to her, fidgeting with his fingers. Vivian rolled her eyes at him.When it was her turn, Vivian stepped forward with a held breath. "Good morning," she said to the teller, her voice slightly trembling. "I’d like to cash this check."The teller took the check and began to examine it. Vivian held her breath, hoping everything would go smoothly.Sonia, the teller in her thirties with neatly tied curly hair, examined the check in her hands closely. She wore a crisp bank uniform, complete with a shiny name tag on her chest. Her face was calm, but her eyes showed remarkable attention to detail. Vivian watched every move

“Vivian,” Gaston said softly, trying to find the right words. “What’s wrong? Why do you look so sad?”Vivian lifted her face, but her eyes were still wet. “You wouldn’t understand, even if I explained.”Gaston sighed. He knew Vivian wanted someone stronger, braver, but he could only be himself, even if he sometimes felt foolish. “I’m sorry if I’ve done something wrong.”Vivian nodded slightly, as if she understood that Gaston wasn’t at fault. “You don’t need to apologize. It’s just that my feelings are all over the place right now.”Gaston realized there was nothing more he could do. “Can I step outside for a bit? I want to go to the park.”Vivian paused for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, go ahead. But don’t cause any trouble.”“Alright.” With her permission, Gaston walked to the shed behind the house, opened the creaky door, and pulled out his bike.He rode his bike to the park. The gentle breeze brushed against his face, bringing back a sense of freshness he had lost. Each pedal fe

Gaston pedaled his bike carefully, following the unsuspecting Gerald Young. This time, Gerald was heading to a secret villa located on the outskirts of town, far from the hustle and bustle.With his superior hearing, Gaston could pick up every sound around him.He parked his bike in a hidden spot, ensuring he could keep an eye on Gerald’s movements without being detected. He knew that inside the villa, Gerald would be meeting Albert Petrov—a name he recognized.After a short while, Gerald arrived at the villa and immediately entered through an inconspicuous back door. Gaston pressed himself into the bushes to avoid being seen.“So, we’re all set for the diamonds, right?” Gerald’s voice was clear in Gaston’s ears.“Yeah, but I need to make sure everything is secure. We can’t be careless, Gerald,” Albert replied, his tone cautious. Gaston moved closer, taking advantage of every word they spoke.From his hiding spot, Gaston could see the two of them talking on the villa’s terrace. “This

Inside the car, Gerald's driver struggled to control the speeding vehicle. The engine roared, and the vibrations of the car made the situation even more unstable. He tried to focus on the road, but fear started to creep in. "Sir, I can't control this car!" the driver shouted, his palms sweating on the steering wheel.Gerald, trapped in the passenger seat, felt the mounting tension.“Don’t stop!” Gerald shouted, his panic rising as the car swerved, skidding near the edge of a steep cliff. He felt adrenaline coursing through him, and fear enveloped his mind.“Shoot him!” Gerald commanded the driver, trying to take control of the increasingly chaotic situation. The driver, eyes wide, rolled down the window and aimed the gun at Gaston.Quickly, Gaston noticed the movement and deftly dodged to the side. The bullet whizzed past him, and the sound of the gunshot echoed in the air. “Drive faster!” Gerald yelled, more desperate, hoping the driver could get them away from the looming threat.Ho