Althea had worked tirelessly for years, but now, opportunity knocked louder than ever.
A promotion at a new branch meant bigger responsibility, more influence, and a city farther from Gregory than she had ever imagined. It was the kind of career leap she had dreamed about since childhood. The kind she knew her younger self would have whispered prayers for.
She wanted it. She deserved it.
But accepting it came with a cost. Distance. Less time together. Fewer calls. Messages left unread because work demanded all of her focus.
Gregory never pressured her to stay. He never complained. He only said, softly, “I want you to have everything you’ve worked for. I’ll always be here.”
At first, she thought she could handle it. She was Althea Reyes — independent, driven, unstoppable.
But the nights were different. Alone in her small apartment, she found herself staring at her phone, waiting for texts that took hours to come. Overthinking became her shadow. Why hadn’t he messaged sooner? Did he still care? Was he lonely too?
She hated how vulnerable it made her feel.
Then one evening, after a long day of meetings and new responsibilities, she broke down in front of her laptop. A project gone wrong, a minor mistake amplified by fatigue, and the ache in her heart for someone who was nowhere near to comfort her—it all collided.
She realized something frightening: her career, no matter how fulfilling, could not fill the space Gregory occupied in her heart.
And for the first time, she asked herself the question she had avoided: Could love survive alongside ambition?
Because ambition demanded movement, distance, and sacrifice.
And love demanded presence, patience, and faith.
Althea didn’t have the answers yet. But she knew one thing: if she wanted both, she would have to learn how to balance them.
Before she could, she had to face the hardest truth: sometimes, the person you love most can feel farthest away — even when they’re still choosing you.