"It's happening in a few hours… I'm nervous," Sarah whispered.
It was rare to see her like this. Even in front of Alex, she always stayed calm. She was one of the most composed people he had ever met. But this—this was about the fate of the world. Even the strongest hearts trembled when everything was at stake.
Alex stepped closer, gently wrapping his arm around her waist. "Wife," he said softly, his voice steady and sincere, "do you trust your husband?"
There was no teasing in his tone, no smile—just a simple, honest question.
She didn't answer right away. Then, with a small nod, she said, "Yes, I do… but once you're there, things won't be in your hands."
"I just needed to know that you trust me," Alex cut in gently. "Because if you do, then believe this—I'll make things right. I don't know how. I don't even know why I feel this sure. But once I step onto that floating arena, something tells me I'll find a way to bend everything in my favor."
