เข้าสู่ระบบ{Third person's pov}The steady beeping of the heart monitor echoed softly through the private hospital room.Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains and Ethan's eyelids felt unbearably heavy.His shoulder throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, slowly... He opened his eyes, the white ceiling came into focus.For a moment, he couldn't remember where he was, then the pain reminded him, the summit, the gunshot and the ambulance.He instinctively tried to sit up and a sharp pain shot through his shoulder, he hissed through clenched teeth. "Easy, sir." A nurse immediately walked over."You've just had surgery." Before Ethan could answer, he felt something warm against his hand, he looked down... Natasha.She was asleep beside his bed, her head rested on folded arms near the mattress, she was still wearing yesterday's dress.Her makeup had long since faded, dark circles sat beneath her eyes but she hadn't left.Even her fingers were still loosely wrapped around his hand, a faint smil
{Third person's pov}The annual Global Business Summit was one of the most prestigious events of the year, politicians, CEOs, Investors and International media.Everyone who mattered in the business world was present.Ethan stood confidently on the stage, concluding his keynote speech. "...Success isn't measured by how much you earn... It's measured by how many lives you change."The audience erupted into applause and In the front row... Natasha smiled proudly.Every time she watched him speak, she remembered the broken man he'd once been, the man who had believed he was beyond saving.Now... Hundreds of people stood to applaud him and he smiled politely before stepping away from the podium.The host walked onto the stage. "Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in congratulating Mr. Ethan Ramos."Another round of applause echoed through the ballroom and Ethan descended the steps from the stage.Natasha started walking toward him and their eyes met.He smiled and she smiled back.And th
{Third person's pov}Golden rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, bathing the bedroom in a warm glow.Natasha stirred awake slowly and for a moment, she simply lay there, enjoying the comforting warmth surrounding her.Ethan's arm was still draped around her waist, his breathing was calm and steady and a small smile tugged at her lips.Carefully, she turned to face him, his eyes were already open. "Good morning," he whispered."You were awake?" She asked and he replied. "For a while." She smiled softly before resting her hand against his chest.Neither of them spoke for a few peaceful moments, It was the kind of silence that felt comforting rather than awkward.Then... A thought crossed Natasha's mind and she frowned slightly. "Ethan...""Hm?" She looked into his eyes. "Last night..." His eyebrows lifted. "You didn't..." She hesitated. "...use protection."He remained quiet for a moment and then... A small smile appeared on his face. "I know."She blinked. "You... know?"He
{Third person's pov}Ethan sat in his office, staring at the documents spread across his desk.He hadn't read a single word in the last fifteen minutes, his mind wasn't on business, it was on Natasha.The last few weeks had been difficult, the argument, the silence and the nightmare, the conversation about therapy.Although they had found each other again... He knew there was still an invisible weight between them.He wanted, if only for one evening... To remind his wife that before they were two people struggling with difficult decisions...They were simply Ethan and Natasha, husband and wife.He picked up his phone. "Arthur.""Yes, sir?" The voice came and Ethan continued. "I need your help."Arthur immediately grabbed his notepad. "What would you like me to arrange?""I want tonight to be completely free, no meetings, no calls, no security following us unless absolutely necessary."Arthur smiled knowingly. "A date?"Ethan smiled to himself. "...A proper one."That afternoon... Nata
{Third person's pov}The Ramos mansion was silent.Moonlight spilled through the bedroom windows, casting silver shadows across the room.Natasha slept peacefully, curled against Ethan's side, his arm rested protectively around her waist.For the first time in days... They had fallen asleep in each other's embrace but Ethan's mind refused to rest...."Daddy!" A tiny voice echoed through a sunlit garden and Ethan turned around.Standing a few feet away was a little girl, she couldn't have been older than four.Long dark hair, bright brown eyes and she wore a little white dress and held a stuffed dinosaur tightly against her chest.She giggled. "Daddy! Catch me!" His heart melted.He laughed, a carefree laugh he hadn't heard from himself in years and chased after her across the garden.She squealed happily. "You'll never catch me!""Oh, really?" He scooped her into his arms, lifting her high into the air.She burst into laughter, again and again. "Daddy!"She wrapped her tiny arms arou
{Third person's pov}Three days passed, the argument was over or at least...Neither of them spoke about it again.The mansion looked exactly the same, breakfast was still served at eight and Ethan still left for Ramos Media every morning.Natasha still left for her photoshoots.From the outside... Nothing had changed but inside...Everything had."Good morning." Ethan smiled softly as he entered the dining room and Natasha looked up from her coffee."Morning." She smiled back, a small smile, the kind that reached her lips... But not her eyes.He noticed, of course he noticed, he noticed everything about her.the chef quietly served breakfast before excusing himself, sensing the unusual silence between the couple.Usually, breakfast was filled with teasing, Natasha stealing food from Ethan's plate and Ethan pretending to be offended.Laughter echoing through the dining room.Today... The only sound was the clinking of cutlery, Ethan looked at her several times.Each time, he wanted to
{Third person's pov}Natasha stirred slowly, the sheets cool against her naked skin, the faint scent of his cologne still lingering like it belonged there more than she did.She didn’t open her eyes immediately. For a second, she let herself stay in that space, half-asleep, weightless, untouched by
{Third person's pov}The door shut harder than she intended. Not a slam, but enough.Natasha stood there for a second, chest rising, fingers still curled around the handle. The apartment was quiet, dimly lit, the city glowing through the glass walls. Everything about this place felt expensive, Just
{Third person's pov}If Evan had come home angry, slammed doors, shouted, Natasha would have known exactly what it was.Instead, he smiled. He brought her coffee the next morning. He kissed her forehead before leaving.He asked how she slept. And somehow, that felt worse.But wasn't it his habit? H
{Third person's pov}She took a deep breath and nodded, "Okay." For some reason, Ethan looked relieved.He grabbed his keys from the table and then looked back at her, "Come on."The two walked through the quiet hallways of the estate, neither of them spoke much, Natasha still wasn't used to this v







