Everything changed a little after I decided to be with Sylvia. People in the office looked at Sylvia and me differently. I couldn''t quite describe it, but their eyes had a mix of surprise and happiness.


    I chose not to move in with Sylvia even though she hinted at the idea. I turned it down. To me, deciding to live together without fully understanding my own feelings and without introducing each other to our families didn''t seem respectful to her. "When the time''s right, I''ll move in with you," I said, trying to keep a straight face.


    She looked a bit disappointed, but there was also joy in her eyes. "Alright, I''ll go along with you for now. But soon, I''ll take you to meet my parents. Hudson, I really like you. You''re such a good man."


    In the month that followed, we spent time shopping, watching movies, dining out, and traveling together-it felt like when I had just started dating Selena. Those days with Sylvia were genuinely joyful.


    I thought happiness was finally within my reach-until one day, someone unexpected showed up. When I arrived at the office that morning, I noticed a vaguely familiar figure at the entrance. There was something off, though, something that didn''t quite match my memory.


    As he turned around, I could hardly believe it. It was Zion-the same guy who once unted Selena''s love for him in front of me.


    It had been two months since we hadst met, and he looked thinner, his face more gaunt, with deep circles under his eyes. He looked exhausted.


    Wasn''t he supposed to be happy with Selena? Why did he look like this? What had he been through?


    I felt a twinge of resentment and couldn''t be bothered to hide my annoyance. "Zion, what are you doing here? I already agreed to divorce Selena. What else do you want?"


    I expected him to get angry, but instead, he looked even sadder. His eyes held a mix of frustration and helplessness, and then, suddenly, he dropped to his knees in front of me.


    "Hudson, please," he begged. "Pleasee back. Selena really misses you; she can''t live without you. I''m begging you toe back."


    His action stunned me, and I quickly pulled him to his feet. "What are you doing? This is embarrassing. If you have something to say, just say it. Don''t kneel. I don''t need this from you."


    I nced at my phone, feeling a bit relieved that I usually came in early. It was only 7:00 am, and there wasn''t anyone else around yet.


    Watching him cry like that, I couldn''t help but feel contempt. A man was supposed to stand tall-what was with all the tears?


    After a long back-and-forth, I finally managed to get him up. Seeing as we still had some time before work, I led him to a nearby café.


    I checked the time again and then looked at him,pletely out of patience. "If


    you''ve got something to say, just spit it out. I''ve got to get to work soon and don''t have time to waste here with you."