The next morning, Sabrina walked into Benedict's office building with a calm yet determined air. Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor. She had convinced herself that this visit was necessary-not for Benedict, but for herself. She needed clarity, if only to prepare for what might come next.
As she waited at the reception desk, she overheard hushed whispers from a group of employees nearby.
"Did you hear? The long-lost Sabrina-Benedict's ex-wife-showed up at the investor's night," one said, her tone conspiratorial.
"Yes, everyone is talking about it. I heard she told him their child had died. Poor Mr. Benedict. But can you imagine? After all these years, she just reappears like that?"
"I wonder if she's back to win him over," another chimed in.
Sabrina did not react. Her
