As I stepped out of my Rolls-Royce, my PA, Nick, followed closely behind, briefcase in hand. The clock struck midnight, and I gazed up at the balcony, where my wife, Elena, sat waiting for me, a familiar sight. Her gentle smile greeted me, warm and soft, but I looked away, my expression unreadable, and walked into the mansion. I pondered, as I often did, why Elena persisted in waiting for me. She, too, had a demanding job, and fatigue must have been her constant companion. Yet, every night, she'd sit on that balcony, watching for me. As I entered the foyer, I heard Elena's melodious voice "Where's he?" she asked the maid. The maid gestured behind her, and Elena's eyes met mine. Startled, she lost her balance, and my reflexes kicked in. I grasped her waist, pulling her close to prevent her fall. "Careful," I said, my voice calm and even. Elena's eyes fluttered open, and she regained her footing. A bright smile lit up her face "I was looking for you! How was your day?" she asked, her enthusiasm a stark contrast to my emotional numbness. I felt like a dark spot on a vibrant canvas, draining the color from her world. "It was tiring," I replied, my tone flat. "Why were you looking for me? Do you need something? If so, ask Nick, he'll take care of it." As I turned to leave, Elena called out "Wait..." I inclined my head slightly, without turning. "I'm rather tired, I'll head to my room," i said, and walked away, leaving her standing alone in the foyer.
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27/07/2025