The corridors of Casanova Hospital were unusually quiet.

Aaron had just finished a difficult surgery. He removed his gloves while walking through the hallway, exhausted after hours inside the operating room.

As he turned the corner, he suddenly saw Divyanka.

She was sitting on a bench outside another operation theater.

Crying.

Not just crying.

Completely shattered.

Her hands were trembling.

Tears wouldn't stop falling.

Aaron's expression immediately changed.

"Divyanka?"

She didn't answer.

"Divyanka."

This time she looked up.

Her eyes were red.

The moment she saw him, she broke down even more.

Aaron rushed toward her.

"What happened?"

"I..." Her voice cracked. "I couldn't save him."

Aaron frowned.

"What?"

"The patient."

She covered her face.

"He died."

Silence.

Aaron sat beside her.

"He had a heart attack?"

She nodded.

"The third one."

Her voice was barely audible.

"There were already four stents in his heart. His condition was terrible."

Tears continued falling.

"I tried everything."

Aaron remained silent.

"I really did."

Divyanka looked at him helplessly.

"I opened his chest."

"I shocked him."

"I did CPR."

"I gave everything I had."

Her breathing became uneven.

"But he still died."

Aaron watched her quietly.

"He died because of me."

"No."

"He did."

"No."

"I wasn't good enough."

Aaron grabbed her shoulders gently.

"Look at me."

She didn't.

"Divyanka."

Slowly she looked at him.

Aaron's voice softened.

"You are one of the best doctors I've ever met."

She laughed bitterly.

"Then why couldn't I save him?"

"Because doctors aren't gods."

That sentence made her freeze.

Aaron continued.

"You can fight death."

"You can delay death."

"You can challenge death."

"But you can't always defeat it."

Divyanka looked down.

Aaron sighed.

"Did his family blame you?"

"No."

"They arrived twenty minutes later."

Her voice cracked again.

"They thanked me."

"Then why are you blaming yourself?"

Divyanka couldn't answer.

Aaron gently wiped away a tear from her cheek.

"Sometimes surviving isn't in our hands."

"And neither is dying."

For the first time, she leaned her head on his shoulder.

And Aaron simply sat there.

Letting her cry.

Letting her grieve.

Because sometimes that's all someone needs.

Meanwhile...

Arshia and Damon were having the complete opposite day.

For once, there were no kidnappings.

No mafia business.

No threats.

No chaos.

Just a normal day.

And somehow that felt strange.

They spent the afternoon inside a movie theater.

Damon laughed loudly at scenes that weren't even funny.

Arshia kept throwing popcorn at him.

"You're annoying."

"You love me."

"I absolutely don't."

"That's not what your smile says."

Arshia rolled her eyes.

After the movie they went to a restaurant.

Then to an arcade.

Then played racing games.

Damon lost seven times in a row.

Arshia made sure to remind him every five minutes.

"You lost."

"I know."

"You lost again."

"I know."

"Terrible performance."

Damon sighed dramatically.

"I should've stayed a criminal."

Arshia laughed so hard she almost spilled her drink.

For the first time in years...

they felt normal.

The Next Morning

Kavira stood in front of her mirror.

She was preparing for work.

Another court hearing.

Another day.

Another attempt at rebuilding her life.

Her phone suddenly rang.

Unknown number.

She answered.

"Hello?"

"Miss Kavira."

A familiar voice.

Viktor Reinhardt.

The CEO of Bethley Group.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, sir."

A brief silence followed.

Then Viktor spoke.

"You don't have to wear formal corporate clothing every day."

Kavira blinked.

"What?"

"You look uncomfortable in it."

She laughed.

"A little."

"So wear whatever you're comfortable in."

Kavira smiled.

"Thank you."

The call ended.

For the first time that morning she genuinely smiled.

Maybe life wasn't completely terrible.

Across the city...

Karl Casanova sat alone inside his office.

The mansion felt empty.

The bedroom felt empty.

Everything felt empty.

For weeks he had been pretending to focus on work.

But every report.

Every meeting.

Every document.

Eventually reminded him of her.

Aaron entered the office.

"You haven't slept."

Karl didn't answer.

Aaron sat down.

"You're losing your mind."

Karl finally looked up.

"You think I don't know that?"

Silence.

Aaron sighed.

"Kavira is alive."

"Safe."

"Working."

"Building her life."

"That's supposed to comfort me?"

Aaron leaned back.

"No."

"Just reminding you she isn't gone."

Karl stared at the city through the window.

"Feels like she is."

Meanwhile...

Kavira arrived at Bethley Group.

The employees greeted her respectfully now.

Everyone knew who she was.

The lawyer who won impossible cases.

The woman Viktor Reinhardt personally trusted.

Yet while working...

Karl kept appearing in her thoughts.

His voice.

His smile.

His anger.

His protection.

His mistakes.

Everything.

She slammed her file shut.

"Enough."

The secretary jumped slightly.

"Ma'am?"

Kavira stood up.

"I'm going out."

"Should I inform Mr. Reinhardt?"

"No."

An Hour Later

Kavira sat inside a lawyer's office.

The divorce papers were in front of her.

The room felt cold.

Heavy.

Painful.

The lawyer spoke carefully.

"Are you certain?"

Kavira stared at the papers.

A thousand memories flashed before her eyes.

Their wedding.

Their arguments.

The hospital.

The kidnappings.

The moments he protected her.

The moments he hurt her.

Everything.

Slowly...

she signed.

Kavira Sharma.

The signature looked final.

Permanent.

She folded the papers.

"Send them."

That Evening

Karl opened an envelope.

He read the first page.

Then the second.

Then the last.

Silence.

The room became terrifyingly quiet.

Aaron entered.

"What happened?"

Karl slowly placed the papers on the desk.

Aaron looked.

Then immediately understood.

Divorce papers.

A dangerous silence filled the room.

Aaron watched as Karl stood up.

Walked to the fireplace.

And dropped the documents into the flames.

The papers burned instantly.

Turning to ash.

Aaron sighed.

"Karl."

Karl's eyes never left the fire.

"No."

"Karl."

"No."

His voice was calm.

Too calm.

The dangerous kind of calm.

"This is never happening."

The last piece of paper turned black.

Disappearing completely.

Karl stared at the flames.

Then whispered softly,

"Nice try, darling."

And somewhere across Germany...

Kavira had absolutely no idea that her divorce papers no longer existed.