Chapter 1
Seline glanced at the stars, sitting on the window ledge. She looked so serene as the moonlight painted her silhouette. She seemed far away, lost in the arms of a distant memory that refused to let her go. They were her friends, the stars—every night, she shared her thoughts with them, each one holding secrets she couldn't dare to speak aloud.
Today had been bad—really bad. "I got tricked again," she murmured bitterly. Her voice carried the weight of heartbreak. She gazed softly, her voice trailing off into the silent void of the night.
"Aye, would you believe he left me like that?" Her voice trembled as she held the windowsill tighter, fighting the tears that threatened to fall. "I gave him everything. My time. My dreams. My heart. And yet, he dropped me like I was nothing but a passing phase."
Her hands quivered violently as she buried her face in them. "I was a fool. I invested seven years of my life—seven years! And this is my reward? Broken promises and shattered trust?" Her voice cracked as the words escaped her lips.
She sobbed loudly, as though the weight of her grief had finally crushed her. "Thanks for listening, guys," she said to the stars. "For always being there for me."
She sighed, forcing herself to stand and wipe her tears. Her phone buzzed suddenly, breaking the silence. She grabbed it, seeing the caller ID—her boss, Mr. Blake. She took a deep breath before answering.
"Hello, sir. Good evening," she greeted casually, as if nothing was wrong.
"Good evening, Seline. I apologize for the inconvenience," came the deep voice on the other end.
"Not at all, Mr. Blake. It's fine," she replied, trying to sound neutral.
"There's a new patient, Seline. A very important one. I need you to handle this," he continued.
"An important patient?" she repeated, not sounding entirely excited.
"Yes. Jason Schneider. Aged 32. He was referred to us by his father. I'll send you his details shortly."
Seline raised an eyebrow. "32 years old isn't exactly my idea of a 'kid,' and if he doesn't want to see a therapist, well, I think he's old enough to choose."
"That's not the point, Seline. His father means business, and I want you to do it," Mr. Blake said seriously.
"Okay, sir, but—"
"No buts, Seline. He comes tomorrow by 10. Goodnight."
He ended the call abruptly. Seline furrowed her brows and dropped her phone on the bed. "Now what? A spoiled rich guy as a patient? What could be worse?" she muttered as she slumped on the bed, momentarily forgetting her own heart issues.