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The sound tore through the air like a scream.
A gunshot.
Glass shattered, plates crashed to the floor, and chaos exploded across the restaurant. In a split second, Daniel pulled his mother and Clara toward him, pushing them under the table. His arms wrapped around them protectively while Elena stood frozen in disbelief.
The bullet tore through the glass window, slicing past her shoulder before embedding itself in the wall behind her. Gasps and screams filled the room as guests dropped to the ground, seeking shelter beneath tables and behind chairs.
Elena’s heart pounded so fast she could barely breathe. She stood there trembling, unable to move, her eyes fixed on her husband. He didn’t even look her way. His body was hunched over his mother and Clara, shielding them completely.
She blinked through tears as confusion flooded her mind. How could he instinctively protect them and not her? His wife.
Within seconds, uniformed security guards stormed the restaurant.
“Everyone stay calm,” one shouted. “Stay down, please. We’re handling it.”
A man rushed toward Elena. “Are you okay, Mrs. Daniel?” he asked quickly, scanning her for injuries.
She didn’t answer. Her voice failed her. She could only stare at Daniel who was still crouched with his arms around the two women.
When he finally looked up and saw her, guilt flickered across his face. He started to get up, but before he could reach her, a sharp cry broke through the noise.
“Oh no, my foot hurts,” Clara whimpered, holding her ankle.
Daniel turned immediately. “Clara, what happened?”
“I think I hurt it while trying to hide,” she said, her voice trembling.
Mrs. Charles grabbed her arm. “Oh dear, are you bleeding?”
Daniel knelt beside her, his hands gently supporting her leg. “Don’t move, don’t move,” he said softly. “You’ll be fine.”
He pulled out his phone. “Hello, this is Daniel Charles. I need an ambulance immediately at the Silver Crest Hotel restaurant. My friend is injured. Please hurry.”
Elena stood there watching, her heart sinking deeper with every word. He didn’t even check on her. His concern, his touch, his attention — all went to Clara.
When the ambulance finally arrived, Daniel helped Clara to her feet, still holding her protectively. He stayed close as the medics guided her out, murmuring reassurances.
Before stepping into the vehicle, he turned back to Elena, his tone hurried. “Go home, baby. I’ll meet you soon, alright? I love you.” He placed a quick kiss on her cheek, his hand brushing her arm as though that single gesture could erase everything.
Then he turned away.
Elena stood there as the ambulance doors closed and drove off, her reflection glimmering faintly in the shattered glass window.
Around her, the restaurant was a mess of broken dishes, frightened voices, and flashing security lights. But all she could feel was the ache in her chest — heavy, hollow, and growing colder by the minute.
She had never felt more alone.
“Elena. I wasn’t thinking straight.”
“You protected them,” she snapped, her voice breaking. “But you forgot I was your wife. I could have been shot. You didn’t even see me.”
Daniel rubbed his forehead. “Please, don’t make this bigger than it was. Everyone was scared. I did what anyone would have done.”
“No,” she said sharply. “You did what you always do. You put everyone else before me. You ran to Clara first. You called her ‘my friend’ like I wasn’t even there.”
His expression hardened. “You’re jealous. That’s what this is about, isn’t it? You’re jealous of Clara.”
Elena let out a shaky laugh. “Jealous? I’m your wife, Daniel. I shouldn’t have to compete for your attention in my own marriage.”
He turned away, his hands clenching. “You’re overreacting.”
“And you’re blind,” she said, her voice trembling. “You don’t even see how you’ve changed. You’ve been distant for weeks. I thought I was imagining it, but today confirmed it. You looked at her like she mattered more.”
Daniel’s jaw tightened. “That’s not true.”
“Then look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t feel anything when you held her,” she whispered.
Silence filled the room.
For a moment, neither of them moved. The air between them felt heavy, charged with things neither dared to say. Then Elena turned away, wiping her tears.
“I can’t do this right now,” she said quietly. “I’m tired.”
She climbed into bed, facing the wall. Her shoulders shook as she tried to cry silently.
Daniel stood there for a while, staring at her back. Then slowly, he sat on the edge of the bed.
“Elena,” he whispered, his voice softer now. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
She didn’t answer.
He reached out and touched her shoulder. “Look at me, please.”
When she finally turned, her eyes were swollen and red.
He brushed a strand of hair from her face. “I love you. I didn’t think. I just reacted. I’d never choose anyone over you.”
“Then why does it feel like you already have?” she asked weakly.
Daniel leaned closer, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I promise, I’ll never leave your side again.”
Tears welled in her eyes again, but this time she let him pull her close.
He kissed her slowly, tenderly, as though trying to erase the distance between them. The pain gave way to warmth, the anger melting under the touch of something familiar—love, longing, desperation.
The night grew quiet except for their breath and the rain beginning to fall outside the window. They clung to each other like two people trying to remember what home felt like.
And for a while, the world stopped spinning.
Much later, as they lay wrapped in each other’s arms, Elena traced her fingers across his chest. “Promise me,” she whispered, “no more secrets. No more divided attention.”
He nodded. “I promise.”
She closed her eyes and let herself believe him.
But then the phone rang.
Daniel groaned softly, reaching for it on the bedside table. When he saw the caller ID, he hesitated.
“It’s my mother,” he said.
Elena’s eyes fluttered open. “At this hour?”
He answered. “Mom? Is everything alright?”
There was a pause. Then his expression changed.
“What? Now?” he said quietly. “Is she asking for me?”
Another pause.
“oh, Mom.”
He ended the call and turned toward Elena, guilt flickering across his face.
“Clara wants to see me.”
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