Donovan’s apartment buzzed with the lively energy of his friends, all gathered to celebrate the close of the first semester. Seated in his favorite armchair, Donovan observed the revelry with a drink in hand. Laughter and music filled the room, but a dark cloud loomed over his heart, casting a shadow on his thoughts. Despite the vibrant energy surrounding him, he felt a profound sense of isolation.Recently, he had tried to call his parents and grandfather to break the news about the divorce. Each time he picked up the phone, his resolve crumbled under the weight of what the conversation might end. The thought of pulling the final plug on the relationship left him paralyzed.He didn't want this to be the end. Donovan's mind drifted to her. Did she really want the divorce? He shook his head, struggling to comprehend how things had come to this. Donovan had tried his best to let her do her own thing, and that wasn’t even his style. Love had changed him, leaving him adrift in unfamiliar

Donovan called Hilda, his fingers tapping impatiently against the phone as it rang."Hello, Hilda," he said as soon as she picked up. "I need to talk to you. It’s about Boma."Hilda's voice, already laced with worry, deepened. "What’s going on, Presido?""I’ve been trying to piece together where she might be. The security guard saw her leave with someone in a black car. Do you remember anything unusual about her recently?"Hilda paused, thinking hard. "The last time we saw her was at the faculty block, and she was alone but was later joined by Harry. They went to check his exam results together."Donovan’s grip tightened on the phone. He remembered encountering her that day as well. He had even seen Harry's car as he left. "Harry? Are you sure?""Yes," Hilda replied. "We didn't like it and didn't’t think much of it at the time, but now... it worries me.""Thanks, Hilda. I’ll do all I can to handle it from here," Donovan said, ending the call abruptly.His mind raced, fury bubbling to

Harry and Ken are seated in the living room of the cabin. As a frat house it was simple, rustic with minimal furniture.Ken was standing before a pacing Harry."Calm down, bro." Ken said, causing him to pause."That bastard is not taking me seriously." He shouted. "Does he think I'm joking?" "No. But it's just his way to assert his power. You are still the one in power. You have the leverage, so calm down."Hearing that, Harry sank down on a chair.He called Donovan who picked up after the second ring. This also infuriated Harry. Donovan should be desperate, calling him all the time. "I will kill your wife by tomorrow if you've not resigned by 12:pm." He declared and ended the call.He sat back satisfied that this time, it was he who had ended the call."Good one, bro." Ken praised."Thanks for having my back.""Anytime bro."They were silent for a while. "Look at this place. It's a mess." Harry said. "Once we get the money by any means necessary, we'll put up a magnificent structure