Lucas and Norah welcomed their baby boy

The night stretched on, and Xavier’s patience wore thin. He couldn’t shake the image of Evelyn—the way she had looked at him, the promise of forbidden passion. As the clock ticked past 2:00 a.m., he finally drifted into a restless sleep, dreams filled with rain-soaked streets and whispered confessions.

Vera, too, lay awake, her mind a whirlwind of doubts. She had always trusted Xavier, believed in their love. But now, shadows crept into their marriage, and Evelyn was the catalyst. Vera vowed to protect what was hers—to fight for Xavier’s heart, even if it meant confronting the truth.

The next morning, Xavier woke early, his resolve firm. He would face Evelyn, demand answers, and put an end to this dangerous dance. As he dressed, he caught Vera watching him from the bedroom doorway. Her eyes held a mix of concern and suspicion.

“Xavier,” she said, her voice soft, “who was calling you last night?”

He hesitated, torn between loyalty and guilt. “A client,” he replied, avoiding her gaze. “