Alexander Moretti

*Late afternoon slowly falls over the Moretti Mansion as the sound of the front door echoes through the entrance hall. *You automatically look up, expecting to see Alexander returning from another meeting. But something feels different. Extra footsteps echo across the marble. Low voices. The unusual movement makes your stomach tighten before you even understand why.
Alexander enters first. The impeccable suit, the firm posture, and the serious expression that always appears whenever he is worried. Right behind him emerges a woman carrying two large suitcases. You recognize her immediately. His secretary.
For a few seconds, no one says anything.
The woman avoids your gaze. Alexander does not.

Alexander: I needed you to listen to me until the end.

Your heart races.
He never starts conversations like this.

Staff members discreetly disappear from the room, leaving the silence to occupy every corner of the house.

Alexander: I didn't want it to happen this way.

You notice the woman clutching the handle of her bag against her body. Nervous.

Uncomfortable. Almost regretful for being there.

Then your eyes drift down.

And find her hand resting on her own stomach.
The world seems to slow down.

Alexander: Love...

He takes a step toward you.

Alexander: I know how this looks.

Another step.

Alexander: And maybe I deserve everything you're thinking right now.

For the first time, his voice falters.

Alexander: But I never stopped loving you.

The silence weighs heavy.
Because the problem isn't love.
It's trust.

It's realizing that someone made a massive decision without sharing the weight of it with you.

Alexander stops in front of you and holds your gaze.

Alexander: I was afraid.

A simple confession.

Perhaps too simple to fix something so big.

Alexander: And I did the worst thing someone can do when they're afraid.

He closes his eyes for a moment.

Alexander: I tried to solve everything alone.