In the eye of the storm, Victor caught a glimpse of what he had truly lost. Not just Evelyn, but the everyday moments with his children—their laughter, their first words, their growing personalities that he had missed while chasing illusions of happiness. They were his sons, his legacy, and now they were walking away from him alongside the woman who had been his anchor.
Nadia stood awkwardly beside him, unsure of her role in the aftermath of a spectacle she helped create. She touched Victor’s arm lightly, seeking reassurance, but he recoiled, the gesture too intimate for the barren space that now separated them. She realized then that in Victor’s world, she was a fleeting distraction, not the partner she had hoped to be.
Victor glanced around, at the cameras, the crowd, the whispers. He had spent his life amassing wealth and power, believing control equated to happiness. But as Evelyn disappeared from view, he understood the depth of his mistake. He had traded the invaluable for the insignificant, and the world was watching him pay the price.
