113 Gable's Arrival

"How can you just walk away, after everything?" Bella's voice broke as she clutched at her heart, confronting Alex. "Was I nothing to you all these years?" Alex's back was to her, his steps unwavering as he moved away. His silence was a deafening confirmation—there had never been any affection. Bella collapsed, her tears mixing with the dust beneath her. Amidst her despair, she vowed vengeance against Emma. If it wasn't for her, Bella’s world wouldn’t have crumbled. ... The airport buzzed with activity as a man with striking auburn hair emerged from the arrivals. Gable, pushing back his glasses, blended an air of intellect with rugged charm. He checked his watch, expecting his brother, Maxwell, to greet him. Yet, the crowd offered no familiar face. He was about to hail a cab when his phone rang. It was Maxwell. "Apologies, Gable. I got caught up. Didn’t Wayne, arrange a pick-up for you?” Scanning the crowd, Gable saw no one. He sighed, realizing neither brother had