Collins' POV
The apartment felt unusually quiet that evening as Collins loosened his tie and sank into his leather armchair. The conversation with Nora at the café replayed in his mind like a broken record, each word carrying the weight of his deception. He had managed to keep his composure, to smile and laugh at the right moments, but inside, his heart had been racing with the fear of discovery.
"What kind of man am I becoming?" he thought, running his hands through his hair. The irony wasn't lost on him-here he was, falling deeply in love with a woman whose life his father had shattered, while simultaneously betraying her trust under the guise of his mother's mission.
Collins stood and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights. The reflection staring back at h
