Panic surged through him as he tried calling Sara, but she didn’t answer. Desperate for answers, he called her sister, Zara, only to receive shocking news—Sara had been taken to the hospital. Without a second thought, Harry rushed out, his mind racing with fear and regret. Upon arriving at the hospital, he confronted Zara, but she was seething with anger. “You did this to her,” she accused. “You made her feel worthless.” For the first time, Harry was forced to confront the impact of his relentless criticism and harsh words. Yet, he needed to see Sara, to make things right.

The doctor reassured him that Sara had suffered a mild attack but was out of danger. Though relieved, guilt weighed heavily on Harry’s chest. How had he let things get this far? As he entered her hospital room, he saw the woman he had once promised to cherish lying weak and exhausted. He had spent months chasing a promotion, thinking his sacrifices were justified, but in doing so, he had trampled over the very foundation of his home. Seeing Sara in that hospital bed shattered his illusions—she had not been lazy; she had been overwhelmed, overworked, and emotionally drained.

As he sat beside her, his fingers trembling, he realized an apology wouldn’t be enough. Words had broken them, but actions needed to repair what was left. He had taken Sara for granted, dismissed her struggles, and now, he had to face the possibility that it might be too late to fix what he had destroyed. His career triumph suddenly felt hollow as he faced the painful truth—success meant nothing if, in the process, he had lost the person who had stood by him all along.