Kaelynnee's weary footsteps echoed softly as she crossed the threshold of her apartment, her belongings tumbling to the floor with a dull thud. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as the weight of the world settled on her shoulders. Thoughts of her brother, Hideaki, consumed her mind; memories of the vibrant, spirited boy he once was clashed painfully with the stark reality of his current state. The cruel aftermath of the car accident loomed over her like a dark cloud, and her heart ached as she wondered if he would ever awaken from the depths of unconsciousness after nearly three long years. In the solitude of her grief, she found herself torturing her thoughts, endlessly wishing it could have been her who suffered instead.

Turning her gaze to her husband, Kyosuke Nakamaru, she took in the sight of him—the eldest scion of a powerful CEO, his presence both a comfort and a reminder of the life they had built together. He had been her rock throughout this tumultuous night, offering solace when she felt most vulnerable. Her voice was barely a whisper as she expressed her gratitude, "I just want to thank you for tonight. You being here means a lot, and I will be fine now." She noted the way his attention was captured by his phone, the light of the screen reflecting in his eyes like stars in the night sky.

With a heavy heart, she turned away, feeling a mixture of love and loneliness. Kyosuke's gaze dropped to his mobile device, and a flutter of excitement coursed through him at the sight of a message from Amelia. Despite knowing the painful truth of her betrayal, his heart still throbbed with an unwavering affection for her—the girl who had captured his soul nearly two decades ago. A smile involuntarily spread across his lips as he read her words, "Hey, Boobear. My plane will arrive shortly. Do you think we can meet up at the hotel?"

Yet as he absorbed the warmth of her message, a sharp pang of guilt jabbed at him. He remembered Kaelynnee, her quiet suffering—a reminder of the commitment he had made to her. With a deep breath, he tapped out a reply, "Not today. I'm busy at work and have an important client right now—maybe some other time." He set down his phone, the smile fading as responsibility weighed on him.

With purpose, he moved toward Kaelynnee's room, the silence thick in the air as he knocked gently on the door. "Hey, Kaelynnee. Are you awake? I can order us some takeout. I bet that would lighten your mood." As he twisted the door open, his heart sank at the sound of her soft sobs, a heartbreaking melody of despair.

He settled beside her, enveloping her in his arms as he offered comfort in the darkness. The warmth of his embrace mingled with the whispers of her sorrow as she murmured, "It's all my fault." The weight of her words hung in the air, filled with the desperate need for reassurance in a world that felt so utterly broken.

Kaelynnee Marie Anderson, I sincerely apologize. I am committed to providing you with everything you desire and will ensure you are treated with the utmost care and attention.