ENZO —-She refused to eat, barely slept, and clung to me as if I were the only connection she had left in this world.I tried my best to provide comfort and stability for her, but I felt helpless in the face of her grief. "Sweetheart, I promise you, we will find Mommy," I would whisper to her every night as she fell asleep in my arms. But the words rang hollow, even to my own ears.At mid night, as Sofia tossed and turned in her sleep, whimpering for her mother, my frustration got the better of me. I paced the room, my mind racing with thoughts of how to make her stop, how to ease her pain.And then it hit me. I remembered the lullaby Isabella used to sing to Sofia every night. It was a simple melody, but it always seemed to bring a sense of calm and peace to Sofia's restless soul.I sat down on the edge of Sofia's bed, gently stroking her hair. With a trembling voice, I began to sing the lullaby, the lyrics flowing from my lips like a balm for Sofia's wounded heart.As the familiar

ENZO —-As I drove Isabella back home, there was a heavy silence between us. It was as if the weight of everything that had transpired had finally caught up to us. Isabella sat quietly in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. I stole glances at her every now and then, wanting to reach out to her, to comfort her, but the tension between us was palpable."Isabella, please talk to me," I finally pleaded, unable to bear the silence any longer.She sighed deeply, her voice barely a whisper. "I just need some time, Enzo. I need to process everything that's happened."I nodded, understanding the need for space. "Alright, Isabella. Take all the time you need. But remember, I'm here for you, no matter what."We arrived at the mansion, and I watched as Isabella mustered a smile for Sofia, who was waiting eagerly at the front door. My heart ached at the sight of the pain hidden behind her eyes. She was trying so hard to be strong for both her daughter and

ISABELLA —-Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the damage that had been done. My actions had not only hurt myself and Miguel but had also exposed the fragile dynamics within our office. Enzo's presence had always been a catalyst for chaos, and now it seemed as if his impact had reached its peak.Feeling overwhelmed, I excused myself from their surrounding, escaping the conflict that had erupted. As I made my way to the solitude of my own desk, I couldn't help but question my decisions. Had I allowed my feelings for Enzo to cloud my judgment? Had I risked everything, including the trust and friendship of those around me, for achance at a love that may never truly be?I decided to prepare a coffee for myself, maybe that would make time race and I could finally return to my desk."I heard Miguel and Enzo are having a heated argument because of Isabella." My colleagues said behind me again, but this time it was very loudly which clearly meant they wanted me to listen."Really, and

ISABELLA —-As I stepped out into the chilly evening air, I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. I was determined to quickly buy the groceries and return home to Sofia. The supermarket was just a short walk away, and I hoped that the late hour would mean fewer people and a quicker shopping trip.As I walked briskly towards the supermarket, my mind began to wander. I couldn't help but think about how different my life had become in the past few years. I was disowned by my father when he found out I was pregnant with Sofia, and I had been on my own ever since. I had no contact with my family, and the pain of their rejection still lingered in my heart.It had been a challenging journey, raising Sofia as a single mother and struggling to make ends meet. But I was determined to provide a better life for her, one filled with love and opportunities. I focused on my goals, working hard at Enzo's company, and trying to provide for both of us.Lost in my thoughts, I rounded a

ISABELLA —-"Enzo, it's not that I don't appreciate your support," I said, my voice filled with sincerity. "But right now, I need to focus on my own well-being. I need to find my own strength so that I can be the best mother to Sofia."Enzo let out a sigh, his expression filled with resignation. "Alright, Isabella. I understand. Just know that I will always be here for you and Sofia, whenever you're ready."Tears streamed down my face as I watched Enzo walk away, a mix of relief and sadness flooding through me. It was painful to push him away, but I knew it was what I needed to do for now.As I entered the house, I took a deep breath, trying to collect myself. Sofia came running towards me, her eyes lighting up with joy."Mommy!" she exclaimed, wrapping her tiny arms around my waist.I scooped her up into my arms, holding her tightly. "Oh, Sofia, I missed you so much," I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks."Mommy, why are you crying? And why did daddy leave like that …. Ever si