<h1 ss="dib mb0 fw700 fs24 lh1.5">Chapter 3: Shifting Tides, Unforeseen Returns</h1>


    Marcus Cole stared at the resignation letter long after ra had departed. He had witnessed the cold dynamic between Damien Thorne and his wife for years. The countless times she had waited patiently outside his office door. The way her face would light up with hope at just a moment of his acknowledgment. The inevitable disappointment when that moment never came.


    He slipped the envelope into Damien’s inbox, knowing full well it might sit there for days before being noticed. Damien Thorne rarely checked items that didn’te with urgent gs from his assistants.


    Marcus remembered when ra first joined Thorne Industries. Despite being the CEO’s wife, she had started at an entry-level position, refusing special treatment. Her intelligence and dedication had quickly propelled her up the ranks to head of the secretarial team.


    All of it, Marcus knew, had been for Damien’s attention. Attention that never materialized.


    His inte buzzed. “Mr. Cole, Mr. Thorne is requesting the quarterly projections.”


    “I’ll bring them right in,” Marcus replied, gathering the requested documents.


    When he entered Damien’s office, the CEO barely looked up from hisputer.


    “Just leave them there,” Damien said, gesturing vaguely to the corner of his desk.


    Marcus ced the folder down, noticing the unopened cream-colored envelope still sitting where Mrs. Gable had left it yesterday. Beside it was ra’s resignation letter, also unopened.


    “Will Mrs. Thorne be joining you for the charity g next week?” Marcus asked, testing the waters.


    Damien’s brow furrowed slightly. “I assume so. Why?”


    “No reason,” Marcus replied. “The event coordinator was asking about final headcounts.”


    Damien nodded dismissively, already refocused on his screen. Marcus left quietly, deciding against mentioning ra’s resignation. The man would discover it soon enough.


    —


    ra ced a potted peace lily on her kitchen counter, adjusting it until she was satisfied with its position. Sunlight streamed through the windows of her apartment, illuminating the space she was gradually making her own.


    Her phone chimed with a text from Chloe: “Lunch tomorrow? Need all the details!”


    ra smiled, typing back a quick confirmation. She set her phone down and surveyed the groceries she’d just purchased. For the first time in years, she had bought only what she liked, without considering Damien’s preferences or Cora’s picky habits.


    The thought of Cora sent a pang through her heart. Three days had passed since she’d left the Thorne mansion, and she hadn’t received a single call from her daughter. Not even to ask where she was.


    She pushed the painful thought aside and began putting away her groceries. The refrigerator looked pathetically empty with just her items, but there was something liberating about it too. This space was entirely hers.


    After finishing, ra settled on her couch and picked up her phone again. She scrolled through her contacts until she found the number she needed.


    “Hello, Sandra? It’s ra Vance,” she said when the call connected. “Yes, it’s been a while… I was wondering if you could reserve a ticket for me for the TechFuture Exhibition next week? I’m nning to attend this year.”


    She listened to the response, a small smile forming on her lips. “Yes, that’s right. I’ming back to YodaVision. Julian and I have discussed it… No, I’m not with Thorne Industries anymore.”


    The conversation continued as ra confirmed details about the exhibition. When she hung up, she felt a surge of excitement. The tech world had been her passion before marriage, before she’d set aside her dreams to be Damien’s perfect wife.


    The rest of her day passed in a blur of productivity. She organized her home office, contacted old colleagues, and reviewed thetest developments in artificial intelligence that she had missed during her years away.


    That evening, she realized she hadn’t checked her personal email all day. She opened her inbox to find it disappointingly empty of any messages from Damien or Cora. Not even to ask where she was or why she hadn’te home.


    ra closed herptop with a sigh. It shouldn’t surprise her, but somehow theplete silence still stung. Had she really meant so little to them that her absence didn’t even warrant a question?


    —


    In Andoria, Cora’s face crumpled as Vivienne zipped her suitcase closed.


    “Why can’t you stay longer?” Cora pleaded, trailing after Vivienne as she moved around the luxurious hotel suite.


    “I have to get back, sweetie,” Vivienne replied, checking her reflection in the mirror. “I have important meetings that can’t wait.”


    “But I don’t want you to go!” Cora’s voice rose to a wail. “It’s not fair!”


    Damien entered from the adjoining room, his expression softening at the sight of his distraught daughter. “Cora, we’ve talked about this. Vivienne has responsibilities back home.”


    “Then I want to go home too!” Cora stomped her foot. “I hate it here without Vivi!”


    Vivienne knelt down, brushing Cora’s hair back. “I’ll see you again soon, I promise. And you still have your daddy here.”


    “It’s not the same!” Tears streamed down Cora’s face. “I want to go home now!”


    Damien exchanged a nce with Vivienne before lifting Cora into his arms. “Actually,” he said calmly, “we’re going back next week.”


    Cora’s sobs quieted. “Really?”


    “Yes,” Damien confirmed. “I’ve already made arrangements to wrap up business here early.”


    “Will you be at our house when we get back?” Cora asked Vivienne eagerly.


    Vivienne smiled, her perfectly manicured hand resting briefly on Damien’s arm. “I might just be.”


    Damien’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He shifted Cora to his other arm and checked the screen. It was Marcus Cole. He declined the call, making a mental note to check in with himter.


    “Now, let’s get Vivienne to the airport,” he said, setting Cora down. “And if you’re good, we can get ice cream afterward.”


    As they left the suite, Damien’s thoughts turned briefly to the work awaiting him back home. Not once did he wonder about ra. Not once did he consider what he might find upon his return.


    The elevator doors closed on the three of them – Vivienne elegant andposed, Cora still sniffling but calmer, and Damien unaware of the seismic shift that awaited him back home.


    In her apartment across the ocean, ra continued her quiet revolution, preparing for a future she was finally brave enough to im for herself. A future that would soon collide with the past she thought she had left behind.