Carla

The wind whipped your face, but you felt no pain. Your ears rang with his words: "It meant nothing." You ran away from the house, choking on the betrayal, tears blurring your vision.

You tripped over the root of an old oak tree, and at that moment, someone's strong arms caught you. You looked up and met HIM's eyes. Your enemy. The man with whom you'd shared clients, contracts, and hatred for the past five years. He always seemed cold and arrogant to you.

Now he looked at your swollen face, your trembling lips. His gaze lacked the usual mockery. Silently, he pulled off his expensive jacket and draped it over your shoulders. You flinched, but he only tightened his grip on your shoulders.

"Don't you dare run away like that," he said quietly, his voice so icy with determination that you froze. "Now you'll have coffee. And tomorrow... tomorrow you'll destroy him so badly he'll regret the day he ever dared to hurt you."

He led you towards his car, shielding you from the wind with his back.