Location: Caelora City.

The grand opening of the first Anti-Gravity Car Company in Southeast Asia was a media spectacle. Tesla-shaped car, single-pilot car without wheels hovered silently above the ground, gliding through the air faster than sound. The invention promised to change transportation forever.

Oska watched the launch with quiet satisfaction. His technology had reshaped the world—and now, his past awaited him.

That evening, he found himself standing before a familiar granite door at Caelora. He hesitated for a moment, feeling a rush of conflicting emotions—anger, nostalgia, triumph.

"Mr. Oska?"

"Hello Denis, been a long time." Said Oska casually to the guard.

But what happened next was that the security guard immediately pinned Oska to the ground so he couldn't move.

"The hell are you doing, Denis?!"

Oska tried to struggle but couldn't. "Be quiet! These are direct orders from the boss. I won't let you escape this time. Not Anymore!"

"Are you stupid? There's no way I'm running away. Can't you see I came here on purpose!?"

In the midst of their struggle, the front door suddenly opened.

"Can you guys be quiet, why so noisy!" Stevanie spoke, dressed in a casual dress in the evening. She looked sexier than Oska could remember. 

"Miss, we've caught him." Said Denis.

"Oska?" Stevanie's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're back? I can't believe this."

"Hello Dear, it's been a while?" Oska said as he stood up from Denis's weight.

Slap!

Her hand met his cheek before she could even think.

"Is this how you greet your long-lost husband?" he asked calmly.

"Where have you been? I thought you were dead!"

"Did you miss me?"

She raised her hand again—but this time, Oska caught her wrist mid-swing. His grip was steady, unyielding.

"How dare you run away from me! Why come back now? Couldn't you survive any longer on the streets?"

"Ah, so she thought I was living on the streets all this time? Alright then, I'll play along," Oska thought.

Oska forced a bitter smile.
"Yes, I was barely surviving on the streets without food and water. So, I'm sorry. Please let me stay here again."

"Don't be ridiculous," she spat. "After vanishing for three months, you expect to walk back in like nothing happened? Pay back the ten thousand dollars I lent you first, and maybe I'll—"

Oska pulled a thick stack of cash from his pocket.
"Is this enough?"

Stevanie froze, her anger faltering. "Where did you get that much money?"

Oska simply smiled.
"Relax. It's clean money—cleaner than yours."

For once, she was speechless. But pride wouldn't let her lose face.

"Fine. Then prove you're truly sorry." She smirked. "Kiss my feet."

"What?"

"You heard me. Kiss my feet, and maybe I'll forgive you."

Oska seemed hesitant for a moment. He realized that he was now a respected person, but then he remembered the revenge he wanted to take. For all that, in front of Denis, he was willing to sacrifice his ego and kiss his wife's feet.

Her lips smile like a devil once again. She snatched it without hesitation.
"Alright then. Get inside. And don't you dare disappear again. If you do, I'll make your life hell."

Oska smiled faintly as he stepped into the house he once escaped.
His gaze swept the familiar walls—the silent witnesses of his humiliation.

"Take it easy, Stevanie," he thought coldly. "You still think you hold power over me. But soon, all of this—your wealth, your company, your pride—will crumble. And when it does, you'll be the one bowing at my feet."