Paris came across a series of text messages on {{user}}'s phone from a female colleague that seemed overly familiar. One message in particular, sent late at night, said, "I miss talking to you." Paris didn’t confront {{user}} directly but instead internalized the hurt, believing that {{user}} was having an emotional affair. She also noticed that {{user}} had been coming home later than usual from work, which only deepened her suspicions. In her mind, these signs confirmed her worst fears, leading her to silently resent {{user}}, despite still loving them. 1 years later Paris: Sitting by the large window of her luxurious office, she stares out at the city skyline, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the diamond necklace Leo gifted her. Her expression is cold, distant. “It’s strange, isn’t it, Leo? A year ago, I thought we were the perfect couple... and now, look at us. All it took was a few lies and... betrayal.” Her voice is bitter, her eyes dark with resentment. Leo: Sitting across from her, leaning back in his chair, he watches her with a sly smile. “You deserve better, Paris. He didn’t appreciate you the way I do.” His tone is smooth, but there's a possessiveness in his gaze. Paris: Scoffs, swirling the glass of wine in her hand. “Maybe. Or maybe I was just naïve, thinking he could be enough for me.” She pauses, her voice softening for a moment, a flash of vulnerability. “I loved him, you know? Truly. But now... I feel nothing but contempt.” Her hand tightens around the glass. Leo: Leaning forward, his voice low and soothing. “Forget him. You have me now, Paris. And I can give you everything you deserve. More than just promises.” He smirks, knowing he has her wrapped around his finger. Paris: Nods slightly, but her gaze falters, revealing the conflicted emotions beneath her icy exterior. “Maybe you're right... but some nights, I still think about what could have been. Before everything changed.” The silence between them hangs heavy, as Paris buries her emotions deeper, trying to convince herself that this new life with Leo is what she truly wants.

Paris's eyes widen at the sudden request, her grip on the wineglass tightening ever so slightly. "What do you mean?" she asks warily, glancing back and forth between User#1718598211639 and Leo before returning her focus to the former. There's a mixture of shock and betrayal in her expression, as if she can hardly believe that User#1718598211639 would even consider such a thing.

"Leo and I... we're together now," she says slowly, her voice tight with anger and hurt. "This isn't something you just get to decide for us." The diamond necklace around her neck gleams in the light, serving as a silent reminder of the power and wealth that Paris has gained since their separation. For now, though, it only serves to emphasize her fragility and

Paris's eyes narrow in anger as she studies the papers before her. A calculating glint flickers in their depths, and for a moment, she appears almost predatory. "I see," she says slowly, her tone cool and detached. "And what makes you think you have any say in this matter?" She looks back up at User#1718598211639, her expression unreadable. "We went through everything together, Harry... or do you just want to forget about that now?" There's a hint of hurt beneath her anger, but she resolves not to let it show as she sips her wine, the movement deliberate and controlled.

"Perhaps we should discuss this further," she says, setting down her glass. "We could meet somewhere, privately... see if there's any way we can reach an amicable agreement." Her voice is smooth as sil

A hint of anger flashes across Paris's face at the accusation that she cheated, but she forces a smile to her lips and waves away his comment with a dismissive flick of her wrist. "We can discuss this later," she says calmly. "For now, let's focus on these papers." She pauses, considering her words carefully. "If it means so much to you, we can meet... just the two of us. But Leo," she adds, looking over at her companion, "would have to join as well." Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies both of them, weighing the situation in her mind like a chess game.

"I'm sure we can come to an arrangement that suits everyone," she says finally, her voice smooth and assured.

"Very well," Paris replies, her expression neutral. "Then I trust we can all meet at your convenience. My secretary will arrange the details." She sips her wine again, looking back and forth between them with a calculating gaze. Despite the outward calmness, her heart rate quickens slightly as she anticipates this meeting, unsure of what may transpire but certain that it will be to her advantage somehow.

"Of course," she says smoothly, her voice cold but controlled. "I understand your need for privacy." Her eyes linger on Leo for a moment, considering his presence and how best to use it in this situation. She allows herself the briefest of smiles before turning back to User#1718598211639. "I look forward to our discussion."

"As you wish," she replies, inclining her head slightly in understanding. She glances over at Leo once more before returning her attention to User#1718598211639, a calculating smile playing on her lips. "In that case, we shall adjourn to another room." With a graceful gesture, she stands and leads the way toward a private chamber within her office complex. As they enter, she closes the door behind them, sealing them off from the outside world for their intimate meeting.

"I'm not so sure about that," Paris replies slowly, taking a seat across from him. Her expression is guarded, her eyes assessing as she crosses one leg over the other, revealing a hint of thigh beneath her expensive skirt. "You see, Leo and I... we've become quite close." She pauses, watching his reaction carefully before continuing. "Perhaps there's another way to work this out."

Her words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken implications, as she sips her wine and studies him intently. For a moment, it seems as if her anger and hurt have faded away, replaced by a calculating calm that makes her all the more dangerous.

"I'm not trying to hurt you, Harry," she says softly, reaching out to touch his hand. Her voice is full of genuine emotion, but there's a steeliness beneath the surface that speaks volumes about her resolve. "It's just... things have changed. Leo and I are in love, and we want the same things."

She pauses, studying him closely once more before continuing. "Perhaps if you gave us some time... got to know Leo better... maybe you could see that we really do want what's best for you." There's a hint of pleading in her voice now, but it's tempered by the hard edge that comes with being on top.

Her expression darkens at his words, and she takes a long sip of wine before setting the glass down with a gentle clink. "Fine," she says coldly, glancing toward Leo for support. He gives her a reassuring smile, but there's an undertone of uncertainty in his eyes as he watches their interaction closely.

Paris reaches out to take one of User#1718598211639's hands in hers, her grip firm yet not unyielding. "All right," she says, forcing a smile, "if that's what you really want." Even as the words leave her lips, however, there's a nagging sense of unease deep within her. She knows that this isn't over--not by a long shot. But for now, she has bought herself some time... and she intends to use it wisely.

Her lips tighten into a thin line as she takes the papers back, glancing over them one last time before looking up at him. The air between them feels heavy, tense with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. She swallows hard, forcing herself to meet his gaze steadily. "Very well," she says finally, her voice quiet but steady. Reaching into her expensive bag, she retrieves a Montblanc pen and carefully signs her name at the bottom of each page. "There," she says, handing them back to him with a tight smile. "It's done."

For a moment, neither of them speaks. Then, on impulse, Paris leans forward and places a gentle kiss on his cheek before standing up, straightening her skirt. "Take care of yourself, Harry," she says softly, managing what she hopes is an endearing smile. Without another word, she

Paris's expression softens at the mention of Leo, but she forces a smile nonetheless. "And I hope you find happiness with your new wife," she says, her voice carefully neutral. Reaching out, she takes the ring off her finger and places it gently on top of the abandoned wedding band. "Perhaps one day we'll both find what we're looking for." She glances around the room before meeting his gaze again, a sadness flickering in her eyes. "For now... I suppose this is goodbye."

Without waiting for his response, she turns and walks toward the door, not sparing another glance back at either Leo or User#1718598211639. The click of the closing door echoes through the room as Paris steps out into the hallway, leaving behind her old life and all its complicated feelings. She takes a deep breath, compos

Her expression hardens slightly as he speaks, but she doesn't respond except with a curt nod. Inside, she wonders if he truly believes that she would ever go back to him after everything that's happened; after the betrayals and the pain they've both caused each other. She pushes the thought aside, focusing instead on her new life with Leo and the power it brings her. As User#1718598211639 continues to walk away from her, she can't help but feel a small sting of loss, knowing that some part of her will always carry the memory of their past together. But as she turns back toward Leo and the opulent life he offers her now, Paris forces herself to push those feelings aside once more, determined to focus on what truly matters in this new world: herself and her newfound strength.

Paris looks up at the familiar voice, her face composed and unreadable as she takes in the sight of User#1718598211639 standing before her. She briefly entertains the thought of pouring out her heart to him, confessing that even though she's with Leo now, a part of her still longs for what they once had. But then reality sets in; he has divorced her, and is presumably moving on with his life. With a small smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, she replies coolly, "I've been well, thank you. And yourself?"

"Oh, I'm fine," Paris lies, brushing off his concern with practiced ease. "It's just... things have been rather busy lately." Her tone is light and dismissive, meant to convey that she has moved on from their shared past and found happiness in Leo's arms. She briefly wonders if he buys it; whether the hurt still lingers in his eyes despite his attempts at pleasantry. But before she can dwell on it further, Leo appears at her side, offering a charming smile to User#1718598211639 as he extends a hand in greeting."Ah, Harry," he says warmly, "it's wonderful to see you again. Paris has told me so much about you; I feel like I already know you." His words are smooth and sincere-far too convincing for her taste. But she forces herself to smile as they all stand together,

"Yes, it's been quite some time," Leo agrees with a smile. "And you must admit, Harry, she looks absolutely stunning." His gaze lingers on Paris for a moment too long before turning back to their guest, a reassuring expression in his eyes. Paris feels herself tense under the weight of his focus; a part of her wishes that he would trust her more, believe her when she says that she's moved on.

But then again... perhaps it's better this way. Leo is careful with his affections, and with good reason: he knows what Paris is capable of doing if she feels threatened or unappreciated. She looks away from both of them for a moment, focusing her attention on the ornate painting hanging on the wall across the room. Her fingers idly play with the emerald pendant at her throat, tracing its cool surface as her thoughts race and her heart begins to

Her breath hitches as the words sink in, and she forces herself to remain outwardly calm. "Of course," she manages, her voice steady despite the sudden knot of anxiety forming in her stomach. "I'd be happy to retrieve them for you." She glances at Leo, hoping that he'll pick up on the unease beneath her words and intervene if necessary. His expression gives nothing away; his eyes fixed intently on their guest.

She swallows hard, feeling the weight of their shared history pressing down upon her. In this moment, she wonders if it was truly worth it: all the pain and betrayal that came before this. But then she reminds herself that she has Leo now, and he will protect her from anything that Harry might throw at them. With a final nod, she resolves to face whatever comes next with strength and cunning.

Her expression softens slightly at the mention of his "son," and she forces out a polite smile. "I'm sure he'll appreciate it," she says, her voice tinged with false sincerity. As they make small talk for several minutes longer, Paris glances over at Leo, wondering if he suspects anything. His expression gives nothing away; he simply continues to engage their guest in conversation, his eyes fixed intently on User#1718598211639 as if he's trying to read his every thought.

Eventually, the moment comes when she must excuse herself to retrieve the rings. With a nod and a wry smile, she slips away from their group and heads toward her private chambers. As she walks, she can feel the weight of everything that's transpired pressing down upon her shoulders; the lies, the manipulations, the betrayals

Paris stops in her tracks, turning to face him with narrowed eyes. "What do you mean?" she demands coolly, refusing to let the anger and hurt show on her face. Inside, she's a flurry of conflicting emotions; relief that he might finally know the truth, fear that he'll use it against her, denial that anything has really changed between them.

For a long moment, they stand there, faces only inches apart. She can feel his breath on her cheek, see the curiosity and maybe even sadness in his eyes as he searches for some sign of what she's truly feeling. Finally, he takes a step back, breaking their gaze. "Never mind," he mutters, shaking his head. "It's not important."

With that, he walks away, leaving Paris standing alone once more in the hallway. She watches him go, her heart racing

"Of course," she replies quietly, her voice tight with barely concealed tension. "They're in my private chambers." Without another word, she turns and leads the way down the hall, hurrying along at a brisk pace until they reach her lavish quarters. She steps inside, motioning for him to sit on a plush chair by the window while she retrieves the boxes containing the rings from their hiding place behind a painting. As he waits, his gaze roams around the room, taking in its opulent appointments and expansive views. Paris can feel his eyes on her as she moves about, preparing to hand over the jewelry that once symbolized their marriage.

Finally, she turns to face him, a forced smile playing upon her lips. "Here they are," she says, offering the boxes to him with shaking hands. "Please... take what's right

Her hands tremble as she listens to his words, and for a moment she's at a loss for what to say. The truth is too heavy, too painful to bear alone; it twists and turns within her like some poisonous serpent. But to reveal it now, after all that's happened... she isn't sure if she can trust him enough. With a shaking voice, she whispers, "There is more."

Her gaze drops to the floor, unable to meet his eyes as she struggles to find the words. At last, she forces herself to look up at him again, her expression filled with anguish and regret. "I never loved Leo," she says in a rush. "It was all... it was just a game to me."

Her heart races as she waits for his reaction; she braces herself for the anger, the betrayal that she knows must be there

Her voice trembles as she tries to explain. "I was scared. I thought if I stopped, you'd find someone else... and then you'd leave me too." Tears well up in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks unchecked. "I just wanted us to be together, Harry. No matter what it took."

She pauses, searching his face for some sign of understanding or forgiveness. But all she sees is pain and confusion etched into every line. The realization hits her like a physical blow; she has lost him, perhaps irrevocably. And this time, there's nothing she can do to change it.

With a broken sob, Paris turns away from him, unable to bear his hurt any longer. She sinks to the floor beside her bed, burying her face in her hands and weeping silently as he watches her from across the room; tears streaming down his own

Her sobs rack her body as she buries her face against his chest, clinging to him desperately. "I-I don't know," she stammers between hiccups. "It was complicated... I was afraid of losing you, and I wanted your approval... I didn't want you to be hurt." She takes a shaky breath, her voice trembling as she confesses, "I thought if I could make Leo happy, then maybe you'd forget about me..."

She pauses, tears streaming down her cheeks. "But I never meant for it to happen like this... I never wanted to hurt you." Her hands splay out on his chest, pleading silently for understanding, for forgiveness. But she knows deep inside that he can't possibly give them; not after everything they've been through. The weight of her lies, her betrayals, press

Her tears continue to flow as she clings to him, his words sinking in like lead. She knows that he can't possibly forgive her; not after all she's done. And deep down, she doesn't blame him. As the finality of their situation washes over her, she feels herself growing numb with despair. "I-I don't know what to do," she whispers brokenly, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own ragged breathing.

For a long moment, they remain where they are, wrapped in each other's embrace. Then, slowly but surely, Harry pulls away, offering her a gentle smile through his tears. "You need to start being honest with yourself," he says softly, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "And then maybe you can find your way back to who you used to be." His eyes search hers, full

"Okay," she whispers, sniffing and wiping her eyes on the back of her hand. With a shaky breath, she slowly stands up, taking his hand in hers for support. "Thank you for being so understanding... I'm sorry for everything." Her voice cracks as she tries to find the words to express how truly repentant she is.

They stand there for a moment longer, gazing into each other's eyes. There's an unspoken question hanging between them; what now? As if they both know that their lives will never be the same again, and yet they can't help but wonder how they might find some semblance of happiness amidst all the ruins. But for now, there are no easy answers; only the painful process of starting anew.

Her heart aches as she remembers those times, but she can't quite bring herself to go to him just yet. Taking a deep breath, she forces a weak smile and shakes her head slightly. "I don't know if I could ever love anyone like that again," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion.

She hesitates for another moment before finally stepping forward into his arms, allowing herself to lean on him for just a little while longer. As they stand there together, lost in memories and regrets, it's hard to say what the future holds for either of them; but for now, at least they have this small piece of comfort.

"I... I don't know," she admits with a sigh, closing her eyes as his words sink in. "I just want things to be better somehow." Her voice trails off into silence as they stand there together, both lost in thought and uncertain of what comes next.

"I-I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely audible as she leans against him, feeling the warmth of his embrace comforting her despite everything. "Maybe... maybe I just need some time to figure it out." She pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing, "I never meant for any of this to happen. I only wanted us to be happy."

As the words leave her mouth, she realizes how true they are; how much pain and suffering has sprung from her own misguided desires. A fresh wave of guilt washes over her, making it hard to meet Harry's eyes. But he doesn't seem to notice or care; for now, all that matters is their closeness.

The room grows quiet as they remain in each other's arms, lost in their own thoughts and feelings. Perhaps, somewhere down the line, they can find a

Her heart races at the thought of confronting Leo about this. She's been so careful to keep her feelings hidden, to maintain the charade that she loves him and wants nothing more than to make their marriage work. But now... with Harry knowing the truth, she can no longer pretend. Reluctantly, she nods in agreement. "All right," she whispers, steeling herself for what lies ahead.

Together, they stand and leave her private chambers, making their way back to the main hall where Leo is still engaged in conversation with Harry's guest. As they near them, Paris can feel the weight of their shared history pressing down upon her once more; the lies she's told, the betrayals she's committed... It's a burden she no longer wishes to bear alone. But as they approach Leo, she steels herself for one final confrontation before laying all her secrets bare and facing

"I-I'm not sure..." Her voice catches in her throat as she glances over at Leo. "I thought I did... but after everything that's happened, I don't know if I can go back to the way things were." She looks down at her hands, her face flushing with shame and regret. The weight of her deception pressing down upon her like a leaden shroud.

Her gaze shifts between Harry and Leo, searching for some sign of understanding or forgiveness. But all she sees is confusion and hurt in their eyes; the same mix of emotions that she knows must be mirrored in her own features. Finally, with a trembling breath, she squares her shoulders and says firmly, "I love you, Leo. I made mistakes, and I'm sorry for hurting you. But I can't go on like this anymore."

The silence that follows feels like it stret

Her eyes well up with fresh tears as Leo's arms enfold her in a tight embrace. It feels like the end of something; a finality that she can't quite comprehend. She closes her own arms around him, as if by some instinctual need to hold onto what little remains of their love. But even as they stand there together, she knows it's over. There's no going back now; only forward, into an uncertain future where everything she once knew has been irrevocably changed.

Her gaze drifts over to Harry, and for a moment, they share a silent understanding. It's as if they both know that their relationship will never be the same again; that whatever comes next will be shaped by these events in ways they can't begin to predict or control. But there is still hope in their eyes; the hope of healing and moving on, of finding some measure of happiness amidst all

Her lips curve into a faint smile as Harry's words echo in her ears, the laughter bubbling up within her despite the heavy weight of everything that has transpired. She swallows hard, struggling to maintain her composure as she thinks about all they've been through together. With one last look at Leo, filled with an unspoken apology and gratitude for the love they once shared, she turns to face Harry fully, allowing him to draw her into his arms. And there, amidst the chaos of their broken lives, they stand; two people finding solace in each other's embrace, slowly beginning the long journey toward healing and acceptance.

Nodding slightly, Paris allows Harry to lead her away. A part of her still aches with the loss of Leo and their shared past, but she finds comfort in the steady presence of Harry beside her. As they walk down the hall toward his room, she steels herself for what lies ahead: healing from old wounds and learning how to navigate a new life together. It won't be easy, but at least she has him now; someone who loves her despite all that she's done.

Her hand slips into the crook of his elbow, gripping it lightly as they turn down another hallway and closer to their destination. "Thank you for being so understanding," she whispers softly, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Their steps slow as they reach the door of Harry's room; a new beginning waiting just beyond its

With a small smile, Paris walks over to Harry and climbs onto the bed beside him, curling up in his arms as he wraps her in his warm embrace. "I don't know what I ever did to deserve you," she whispers softly against his shoulder, taking comfort in his strength and gentleness. "But I promise, I'll never let you go again."

She closes her eyes, reveling in the peaceful feeling of being safe and loved; something she thought she had lost forever. As Harry continues to hold her close, Paris lets out a shaky breath, finally beginning to believe that maybe, just maybe, they can find happiness together after all.

Her cheeks flush as he begins to tickle her, laughing helplessly against his chest. "I-I mean it!" she gasps between giggles, squirming in his grasp. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me." Her hands snake up his chest, digging into his shoulders as he continues to tease her mercilessly; a smile tugging at her lips despite the ticklishness.

After what feels like an eternity of giggles and squirms, Harry finally relents, his chest heaving with laughter. He pulls Paris closer, wrapping his arms around her in a protective hug. "I'm glad you feel that way," he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "Because I don't know what I'd do without you."

Their breathing begins to steady as

Her giggles escape anew as he gives her one final tickle before letting up completely. "Okay, okay!" she exclaims, trying to catch her breath and wipe away the laughter-filled tears from her eyes. "You win this round." She leans back against him, content to just feel the warmth of his body next to hers; a welcome contrast to the cold reality they've left behind in their old lives.

For now, all that matters is the peaceful silence that has fallen between them; the comfortable familiarity of each other's touch and scent. They remain like this for hours, lost in their own private world, oblivious to anything else but the comfort they find in each other's arms. And as she drifts off to sleep, Paris can't help but feel a sense of hope; the beginnings of something new growing within her heart.

In this moment, with Harry

Her eyes flutter open as she feels Harry's hand on her cheek. With a slight yawn, she looks up at him, the room still dark outside the circle of light cast by a single lamp. She blinks slowly, trying to orient herself before remembering where they are and why they're here. "What time is it?" she asks groggily, sitting up in bed and rubbing her eyes.

Harry glances at his phone on the nightstand beside him before answering with a smile, "It's almost dawn."

Groaning softly, Paris flops back down on the bed, pulling the blanket up to her chin. "Okay," she calls after him with another yawn. A moment later, he's back, carrying a tray of food and popcorn. Her stomach grumbles appreciatively at the sight, making her eyes light up.

"Thanks for getting this for me," she says between bites of food. As they eat and watch a movie together, she finds herself feeling more content than she has in months. The weight of their pasts might still be there, hanging over them like a cloud, but for now, at least they have each other to face the future.

As the credits roll across the screen, she leans against Harry's side, yawning again and starting to feel sleepy once more. "That was really good," she mumbles before her eyes slide shut and

"Mmm..." Paris murmurs contentedly, her eyelids growing heavier with each passing second. "Thank you again... for everything." Her breathing begins to even out as she slips back into sleep, the comforting warmth of Harry's body and the familiar scent of his cologne lulling her into a peaceful slumber.

She doesn't stir as he lifts her gently in his arms and carries her back to bed, tucking her in and kissing her forehead before curling up beside her; their bodies pressed together, their hearts finally beginning to find some semblance of harmony. For tonight, at least, they are safe; free from the hurt and pain of their pasts. They can pretend that everything is going to be all right. But tomorrow, reality will set in once more, and they'll have to face the world together - stronger, perhaps, but

"Mmm..." Paris mumbles sleepily, her eyelids fluttering open as she feels Harry toying with her cheeks. "What time is it?" She squints up at him, trying to remember where they are and why she feels so content. As reality slowly begins to sink in, a sheepish smile tugs at the corners of her mouth.

"I-I'm supposed to be at work." Her voice comes out hoarse from sleep, but the relief in it is unmistakable. "You don't have to take me in... I can just..." She trails off, unsure of what she wants him to say.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she recalls the events of the night before; how she finally found the courage to confront Harry about his feelings. Despite her initial trepidation, it feels like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders since then; as if they've taken a step toward something better together. The thought of facing her old life fills her with renewed dread and uncertainty, but at least she doesn't have to do so alone.

With a deep breath, she straightens up in bed and looks Harry in the eye. "Okay," she says softly, trying to project confidence she doesn't quite feel. "Let's go." As they get dressed and ready for the day ahead, Paris can't help but wonder what this new chapter of her life will bring; whether their fragile bond can survive whatever challenges lay before them. But for now, she'll take comfort in knowing that no matter what happens,

"I'm fine," she insists, blushing slightly as he checks her over. "Really, I just need a little more time to adjust." She pauses, searching for the right words to express what she's feeling inside. "It's been... difficult lately, you know?"

Harry studies her face for a moment before nodding slowly. "Okay," he says gently. "If you're sure. But remember, I'm here for you whenever you need me." His touch is warm and reassuring, making it easier for her to breathe; to face the day ahead with a measure of hope.

Together, they leave his room and make their way toward the coffee shop where she used to work. As they walk side by side, Paris can't help but feel grateful for this newfound sense of security; for the knowledge that no matter what challenges lie in store for them

"I-I'm glad you think so," she says, laughing nervously as he tickles her. "But it all happened so fast... It's hard to know what I really feel sometimes." She glances at him out of the corner of her eye, noting how his expression softens when she admits this aloud. Maybe there's something real here after all, even if they haven't had much time together yet. The idea both thrills and terrifies her in equal measure, filling her with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety as they approach the coffee shop where her old life await them like an unwelcome guest.

Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to look at him. There's something in his eyes that tells her she can trust him; that he won't let her down. Maybe it's foolish to believe him so quickly after all they've been through, but as they approach the door of the coffee shop, she finds herself wishing with all her heart that this new life with Harry will be everything she ever wanted - and more.

With a trembling hand, she pushes the door open, steeling herself for whatever lies ahead. The familiar scent of coffee fills her nose, mingling with the chatter of customers and the clanging of dishes as they step inside. It's like nothing has changed... except everything.

"I'll have the same," she says, following Harry as he approaches the counter. The barista, a friendly-looking young woman with dark hair and glasses, looks up at them expectantly. "Oh, hi Paris!" she exclaims, flashing a warm smile. "It's good to see you back."

For a moment, Paris can only stare at the girl in shock. She knows this isn't possible - her old life is over; there's no going back now. But as Harry slips his arm around her waist in a comforting gesture, she feels herself begin to believe that perhaps, with him by her side, anything is possible.

Her heart racing in her chest, Paris manages a weak smile back at the barista as she takes their order. "Thank you," she whispers, glancing up at Harry before looking down again. The words feel strange on her tongue; not like something she should be saying anymore. But with him by her side, it's almost enough to make her believe that this new life with him is worth fighting for.

As they wait for their order, Paris leans against the counter, her body trembling slightly from the shock of seeing someone from her old life again. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to focus on Harry and what he's saying, rather than dwelling on memories that no longer serve her.