Coco walked down the hallway, the padding of her shoes against the floor was light compared to the heavy emotions weighing on her heart.
Her steps were cautious, her shoulders slumped forward, and she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes.
The weight of her emotional state burdened her movements, each step taken and it didn't help that the hallway seemed to stretch out, making her feel that she was alone and couldn't have the comfort she longed for.
Coco immediately rounded a corner, only to collide with someone who quickly steadied her.
As her gaze met the cold teal eyes of the third husband, a mix of emotions washed over her— surprise, curiosity, and a slight pang of discomfort mingled together, creating a strange sense of unease.
Coco swallowed, her hand reaching up to wipe the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes, hoping that Alhai had not noticed them.
She stepped to the side, freeing herself from Alhai's grasp, and muttered an apology.
