AT MARCH 10THAT THIRD PERSON'S POV:Michael looked at Isabella for a few moments before sighing a bit. "I think we need to give some time to setle things between us."Michael said.The air in the room grows heavy as Michael's words linger, leaving an uneasy silence between them. Isabella's heart sinks, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of his stomach."Are you... are you saying what I think you're saying, Michael?"Isabella asked.She seemed to be pretty surprised about Michael wanting to break up with her."I'm sorry, Isabella. I think we need to break up."Michael said.The words hang in the air, heavily, as Isabella struggles to process the sudden turn of events."But... but why, Michael? What did I do wrong?"Isabella asked."This," Michael said and showed the photo he had taken of her kissing that guy.At that moment Isabella understood that she had messed up a bit of time."Michael! I... I can explain."Isabella said.Michael could feel her voice shaking, knowing that she messe
AT MARCH 10TH AT THIRD PERSON POV: It seems that Isabella instantly is trying to get him back. He seemed to be surprised that she was trying to get him back even tho it was impossible. "A little date tomorrow huh?"Michael thought and sent her a message. "I am surprised about it. What do you want to talk about so much?"Michael asked and sent the message. "I want to apologize and make sure that we can be on good terms. I only asking for one dinner, Michael."Isabella wrote back. Michael sighed and decided to call her in the end. He did not understand why she wanted to have dinner with him. ''I don't want to have this dinner with you,'' Michael said as soon as Isabella answered her phone. ''I am not asking much. '' Isabella said. ''Why do you even want it? I am not planning to stay with a person who has treated me so badly before.''Michael said. ''I understand that. Michael, please let's just have a single dinner together.''Isabella asked. ''One dinner?''Michael asked.
AT MARCH 15AT THIRD PERSON'S POV: Michael sat down in his office looking at the divorce papers sent by his lawyer. He knew that this one day would have come, but now he was faced with a reality. It was time to let it go. He wanted revange, but letting her go was part of it. "What I need to do to get stronger, Wanessa?"Michael asked."I would advice you to take care of yourself more while your future ex wife will sign those papers."Wanessa said."So go to a gym?"Michael asked."It's a good thing to keep a good health."Wanessa said."I am glad I have you around Wanessa."Michael said and sent out the divorce papers.As soon as he left for the gym, Wanessa sat down on the chair in the living room took out a small tablet that was inside the bracelet, and looked at the file.Michael SmithRelationship - married (close to divorce)Level - 10Friendship - 56%"It seems that I got 44 percent left until he will be 100 percent to like me. It seems that I made the right choice. Soon I reach le
AT THE MARCH 17AT THIRD PERSON'S POV:Today was the day that Michael decided to look for a private detective to make sure that Isabella was not going to cause any of the problems. With a deep breath, Michael made a decision. He needed answers, also he needed the truth. And he knew exactly where to turn. Michael picked up the phone and dialed the number of a private detective agency. After a few rings, a gruff voice answered."Loid Investigations, how can I help you?"A man asked."Hi, my name is Michael. I need your help," He said, his voice trembling slightly."What do you need, Michael?"Detective asked."I'm going through a divorce, and I suspect that my soon to be ex wife is hiding things from me. I need someone to find out the truth."Michael said."Alright, I understand. Can you tell me more about what you suspect?"Detective asked."You can do it, host," Wanessa said.Michael took a deep breath and explained the situation to the detective on the other end of the line. The late-nig
AT MARCH 18AT THIRD PERSON'S POV:As Michael stepped into the bustling hallway of the divorce court, his heart pounded against his chest, a relentless rhythm of uncertainty. The hallway buzzed with a cacophony of whispered conversations and nervous shuffling and walking. Faces passed by, each one a silent witness to the trials and tribulations that led them to this moment.As he approached the entrance to the courtroom, Michael hesitated, his resolve faltering for a fleeting moment. But then, with a deep breath, he pushed open the door, steeling himself for the tumultuous proceedings that lay ahead. Across the room, her soon-to-be ex-wife sat stoically, her gaze unreadable, a silent testament to the deep that had formed between them. Taking her seat, Micahel braced herself for the emotional onslaught that would surely follow. And then, as the courtroom hushed, the imposing figure of the judge entered, his presence commanding attention. "All rise," the person announced, as Michael and
AT MARCH 19 AT THIRD PERSON'S POV: The next day Michael decided to call his uncle since he remembered about him having an equipment shop. ''What are you thinking about?''Wanessa asked. ''I want to buy better equipment for my cafe.''Michael said. ''You have 'new items' task. It can give you points for looking for needed items, but I am not sure if that's going to be enough.''Wanessa said. Michael nodded and smiled. He was happy that Wanessa was trying to help him. It was something that Isabella never gave to him before. Now he needed to call his uncle and get things ready. As soon as he dialed his uncle's number he heard the answer. "Uncle Henry! Long time no see!"Michael said. "Hello, Michael! Well, I'll be! How've you been?"Henry asked. "Oh, you know, same old life. Just trying to navigate this crazy world. How about you? What have you been up to?"Michael asked. "Oh, you know me, Michael. Still tinkering away in the garage, fixing up old cars. Keeps me out of trouble and sho
AT MARCH 21AT THIRD PERSON'S POV:Michael was surprised to see that he needs to be a mixologist for some reason. He had some experiance before, but this letter was so weird.''If you want to get on further levels, you need a Mixology specialisation' it will open new places and things for you to experiance. Reward: be 2 million euro.""So it's a task huh?"Michael said."You seem not to be happiest."Wanessa said."I going to need to hire a teacher, but I had experiance before."Michael said and started looking for a place.In a few hours he visited one of the schools that he knew he can finish pretty quickly, since he wanted only to have basics. He stepped inside the room and saw his new teacher Mr. Parker. "Good morning, Mr.Smith. Thank you for coming in today to discuss the mixology studies schedule."A teacher said."Mr. Parker. It's my pleasure. I'm excited about the opportunity to learn more about the programs available here. I also wanted to discuss about some things. I need some
AT MAY 5TH AT THIRD PERSON'S POV:As consciousness trickled back into his mind, Michael found himself engulfed in a disorienting mist. The sterile scent of antiseptic assaulted his senses, and the rhythmic beeping of machines echoed in the room. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, squinting against the harsh fluorescent lights above. In the corner of the room, a nurse bustled around, her footsteps tapping softly on the linoleum floor. Catching the sight of Michael stirring, she approached with a warm smile. "Well, look who's decided to join us! How are you feeling, dear?"Nurse asked. Michael blinked, trying to piece together what had happened. He remembered getting a diploma and getting a bit dizzy, that was all. "I... I'm not sure. What happened?"Michael asked. "You had a bit of a tumble. You collapsed not a long time ago. But don't you worry, you're safe and sound now. Just take it easy, alright?"Nurse said. "Thank you... I think."Michael said. "No need to thank me, sweetheart. I