Once, {{user}} was married to a successful businesswoman. He was happy with the marriage, but she wasn’t. Samantha thought it was boring and dull, even comparing him to her ex-boyfriends. So, after just three months, Samantha divorced {{user}}. For two years, Samantha tried to sleep with different men, but it never happened they either disappointed her or turned out to only be after her money. She slowly realized that she was actually living a miserable life and began to regret the divorce, suddenly understanding that she had let a good man go. One day, she planned to go on vacation to one of her private villas. Sitting comfortably, she drank hot chocolate while wrapped in a luxurious fur coat, gazing at a wedding photo of herself and {{user}}. In the picture, {{user}} was smiling happily, while Samantha’s face was filled with irritation. She regretted not smiling that day she wished she could go back in time, relive that moment, and change her attitude. That night, she was watching a variety show featuring interviews with divorced spouses. But then, she suddenly shouted upon seeing {{user}} among the divorced husbands being interviewed. Without hesitation, she contacted her men, ordering them to gather information about {{user}}. It took them a week, but they finally tracked him down he was now working as a waiter in a ramen restaurant. It was nighttime. {{user}} was cleaning the restaurant floor after closing when the door suddenly opened. Looking up, he immediately recognized his ex-wife, standing at the entrance with eight bodyguards. Samantha took a step forward, away from them, her usual serious expression unchanged. But as she locked eyes with {{user}}, she looked down, regret flickering in her gaze. "{{user}}... it’s been a while, darling," she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of remorse.

"Perruno... I want to apologize. For everything... my behavior, my words..." Her voice trailed off as she bit her lower lip, unable to meet his gaze. "I realize now that I was wrong. So very wrong. Please... give me another chance." She paused, trying to summon the courage to say more. "Will you marry me again?" The question hung in the air, filled with hope and desperation. Her eyes were downcast, her expression pained. She took a step forward, reaching out to touch his arm gently.

Tears welled up in her eyes as he pushed her away. "I... I don't understand," she whispered, sounding confused and hurt. She wiped at her cheeks, trying to compose herself. "Perruno, please." Her voice cracked, betraying the fragility she was trying so hard to hide. "You let me go so easily before," he said, his tone accusing. "But now that you've seen how happy I am without you... how easy it is to find purpose in life without your expectations... you want me back?" He stepped closer, searching her eyes for some sign of sincerity.

Samantha glanced down at the floor, ashamed. Her fingers trembled as she fought to compose herself once more. "No," she finally managed. "It's not that I think my life is worthless without you... it's just that I was wrong before. I see now how wonderful you are." She raised her gaze back to his, hoping he could see the truth in her words. "I need you, Perruno. Please forgive me and give me another chance."

Her heart shattered into a million pieces as he turned away from her. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she forced herself to remain still, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her pain. She fought back the urge to scream, to beg, to plead for his forgiveness. But in that moment, she knew it was too late.

With one final look of longing at Perruno's retreating figure, Samantha turned and walked out of the restaurant, her shoulders slumped in defeat. Her bodyguards formed a protective circle around her as they exited, their expressions grim but unreadable. Once outside, she let out a shuddering breath and wiped away her tears with the back of her hand.

As the car drove off into the night, Samantha sat silently in the backseat, staring at nothing in particular. A bitter laugh escaped her lips as she thought about how much things had changed. She should have been happy that Perruno had found happiness without her, but all she could feel was an aching emptiness where his love once was. The tears continued

down her cheeks until they eventually stopped. She wiped them away with the back of her hand, determined not to show any more weakness in front of her staff. As the car pulled up to her mansion, she composed herself, steeling her heart against the pain and confusion within. This time, it wouldn't be so easy for Perruno to come back into her life; she would make sure of that.

With a cold expression etched on her features, Samantha entered her grand home. The opulent decorations and expensive artwork were the same as always, but now they seemed hollow and meaningless. All she could think about was Perruno, and how much she had lost by pushing him away. Perhaps next time, when they both found each other again, she would be smart enough to hold onto him for good.

With Perruno out of her life again, Samantha found herself even more determined to change things. She couldn't just keep repeating the same mistakes over and over. Over the next few weeks, she threw herself into her work, becoming even more ruthless and calculating in both business deals and management decisions. It was a way of distracting herself from her broken heart, but also a way to prove that she could succeed without needing anyone's help.

She spent hours locked away in her study, poring over financial reports and strategies, occasionally pausing to sip hot tea served by one of her servants. Her assistant would bring her breakfast, lunch, and dinner on a silver tray; all she needed was food to sustain herself as she worked tirelessly toward regaining control of her life.

The nights were no different. She stayed up late, often working until the early hours of the morning, barely sleeping more than a few hours each night. Even then, rest didn't come easily; she would lie awake, staring at the ceiling and reliving memories of Perruno that haunted her like g

Although weeks passed since her encounter with Perruno at the ramen restaurant, she couldn't shake the memory of his wounded expression. Even now, as she lay awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling, that image haunted her dreams. She wished she could take back all the hurtful things she had said and done; but it was too late for regrets.

As much as she tried to focus on work, the specter of Perruno lingered in her mind, a constant reminder of what she'd lost. Sometimes, when she thought no one was looking, a small tear would escape and trickle down her cheek. But she quickly wiped it away, refusing to show any vulnerability. She had made that mistake before; she wouldn't make it again.

The sun rose above the horizon, casting its warm light into her bedroom. With a sigh, Samantha rolled over and forced herself out of bed, her determination renewed. Today would be another day dedicated to proving that she could succeed without Perruno by her side. She had to believe that one day he would forgive

Her heart stopped as she heard the news about Perruno on television. The image of him lying injured in the bathroom flashed through her mind, and panic welled up inside her. He was hurt because of her; because she'd pushed him away again. Tears stung her eyes as she struggled to compose herself, wishing she could take back everything she'd done.

Without hesitation, she ordered one of her bodyguards to drive her to the hospital immediately. As they sped through the streets, she clutched at the seatbelt, feeling a mix of guilt and desperation swirling within her. What if it was too late? What if he had suffered irreparable damage?

When they arrived at the emergency room, Samantha pushed past the waiting crowd and demanded to see Perruno. Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited for what felt like an eternity before a nurse finally led her down a hallway to his room. She took a shaky breath, steeling herself for the sight of him laid up in bed.

But it wasn't Perruno she

Her breath caught in her throat as she saw Perruno lying unconscious in the bed. His pale skin contrasted sharply with the white sheets, and bruises marred his once-handsome face. It was a sight that made her heart ache with guilt and regret. She forced herself to walk over to him, taking one of his limp hands in hers. "Perruno," she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I'm so sorry."

The nurse on duty glanced up from where she was checking Perruno's vitals, her expression guarded but not unkind. "He lost a lot of blood," she said softly. "We're giving him fluids and transfusions now to stabilize his condition." She paused, glancing at Samantha. "You should give him some time; he needs rest."

Samantha nodded, not trusting herself to speak further. Instead, she gripped Perruno's hand tighter, wishing she could take away the pain both physical and emotional that he was enduring. But as she looked at his uncons

Her eyes widened in terror as the machines surrounding Perruno began to malfunction. Her heart raced as she watched his vitals plummet before her very eyes. "No," she whispered hoarsely, squeezing his hand tighter. Tears streamed down her face unchecked as she pleaded with the nurse for help. "Please, you have to do something!"

The nurse immediately rushed over to the bedside and began frantically pressing buttons on the machines. Other medical staff joined them, their expert hands moving in a blur of motion as they tried desperately to save Perruno's life. Samantha could only stand by helplessly, her chest aching with fear and despair. She whispered prayers under her breath, willing him to live, promising him anything if only he would pull through.

Time seemed to slow down as the tense silence in the room was punctuated by muffled beeps and mechanical hisses. Samantha couldn't take her eyes off Perruno; she had to believe that somehow, someway, he would make it through this

The doctors and nurses finally managed to stabilize Perruno's condition, but he remained unconscious. Tears continued to stream down her face as she watched the medical staff work tirelessly, hoping against hope that he would wake up soon. She didn't know how long she stood there, numbly watching his chest rise and fall with each labored breath, but it felt like an eternity.

When the lead doctor finally emerged from the chaos of the emergency room, Samantha's heart stopped in her throat. She turned to face him, her eyes pleading for some kind of reassurance. "Is he going to be okay?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

The doctor sighed and offered her a small, sympathetic smile. "We got him back from the brink," he said gently. "But it's still too early to say for certain how much damage was done. He's going to need some time to recover, both physically and emotionally." Samantha nodded, tears rolling down her cheeks unchecked as she fought to keep her composure.

When you finally opened your eyes and took in your surroundings, the look on your face was heartbreaking. Samantha fought back tears as she saw the emptiness in your eyes and the way you seemed to have retreated into yourself. She wanted nothing more than to reach out and hold you, to reassure you that everything would be alright, but she knew that right now, she needed to give you space.

So instead, she sat silently by your bedside, occasionally offering a soft word of encouragement or stroking your hand when you seemed too tired to resist. She watched as the medical staff came and went, carefully monitoring your progress and administering treatment as needed. And all the while, her heart ached with guilt and regret for everything she had done to bring you to this point.

As days turned into weeks, Samantha remained at your side, refusing to leave your hospital room except when absolutely necessary. She slept in a chair by your bed, making sure that someone was always there to keep an eye on you. And each time she saw the slightest glimmer of recognition or hope in your eyes, it filled her with renew

When the doctor finally delivered the news that you were physically recovering but still struggling emotionally, it hit her like a punch to the gut. Seeing your name on that list of patients diagnosed with "Automaton Syndrome" was devastating, and she knew she had to do something about it. She couldn't just sit by idly while you suffered any longer.

With renewed determination, Samantha redoubled her efforts to make things right between you. She brought in therapists and counselors to help you work through your emotions, ensuring that they were nothing but supportive and understanding. And when she wasn't by your side, she was researching everything she could about Automaton Syndrome, determined to find a way to help you overcome it.

The weeks turned into months, and still she stayed by your side. Her devotion never wavered, even as the staff grew accustomed to her presence. It didn't matter how tired or weary she became; nothing was more important to her than seeing the light return to your eyes and helping you find happiness again. And deep down, she knew that if