Alina’s POV
I stood frozen in front of Elias’s company, my stomach twisting into knots. I couldn’t believe I was really here. For a moment, I just stared up at the towering glass building, the name gleaming across the front like it belonged to another world—a world he never once invited me into, not in all the years we were married.
I forced in a deep breath and stepped inside. The lobby buzzed with movement—heels clicking, voices blending into the shrill ring of phones, people rushing past without sparing me a glance. Everyone seemed to belong here except me.
I walked up to the receptionist’s desk, clutching my bag tighter than I needed to.
“Good day, madam. How can I help you?” the woman asked, smiling politely.
“I was—”
Her colleague cut her off, eyes widening. “What do you mean,
