Robert Shun stood by the large floor-to-ceiling window of his mansion. Behind him, his phone vibrated on the polished mahogany table. His stormy gray eyes stared into the distance, but his thoughts were far away. He was dreading that call.

His mansion reflected the man he was. He was powerful, rich, and most of all, he was quiet.

Every part of it looked expensive: neat lines, clean spaces, and a silence that shouted power.

He was a billionaire.

The grand entrance of the house had a spiral staircase and a huge crystal chandelier with many colors hanging from the ceiling, glowing in the morning light. The kitchen down the hall still smelled like fresh coffee, but no one had touched it.

Robert hadn’t bothered to eat.

The cold marble floor under his bare feet grounded him a little, but it didn’t calm his nerves.

His phone buzzed again. He didn’t need to check who it was.

She wasn’t going to stop calling unless he picked up.

With a tired sigh, he answered.

“Robert, darling…” said the familiar voice. It was firm, sweet, and just a little dangerous. It was his grandmother.

“I’m busy,” he replied, knowing it wouldn’t stop her.

She always nagged him about the same thing, always.

“You're always busy,” she said. But you're not too busy to live. I’ve made my decision.”

He rubbed his forehead.

“Please don’t start this again.”

“Oh, it’s already started,” she said cheerfully, giggling for a while. If you don’t bring a woman home within two weeks, I’ll find one for you. And I’ll marry you off before you can even say the word ‘prenup’.”

He stayed silent, hoping she’d get the hint that he wasn’t in the mood. But she wasn’t affected at all.

She had raised him, at least for as long as he could remember, she knew how far to push.

“Are you threatening me, Nana?” he said flatly, now rolling his eyes.

“I’m making you a promise,” she replied dramatically. “I want great-grandkids before I die, or worse, before I’m too old to enjoy them.”

Then the line went dead.

Typical. She never stayed long on the phone after saying what she wanted.

Robert groaned and threw the phone on the leather couch. Running a hand through his thick dark hair, he felt the need to step outside.

He went to his room and changed into black joggers and a fitted charcoal shirt that hugged his body perfectly. Grabbed a bottle of water, and then he stepped outside into the cool morning air.

The large gate of his estate opened smoothly as he started jogging down the cobbled driveway, lined with cherry blossom trees and perfectly trimmed hedges.

Behind him, his mansion stood tall, a mix of old wealth and modern design. Gray stone, glass walls, metal balconies, and even a rooftop helipad he barely used.

Security cameras tracked his movements until he passed through the gate and disappeared into the street.

He didn’t plan to jog today. He was just following his instincts.

His body moved with strength and ease, but his mind was all over the place.

Bring a girl home? In two weeks? The thought annoyed him.

It wasn’t just about finding any woman.

It had to be someone his grandmother would actually like.

Someone he could tolerate or maybe even love.

Women usually just wanted his name, his money, the image of him. Not who he really was.

He could easily find someone to pretend to be, but that wasn’t the problem. The hard part was finding someone real, finding someone he truly wanted.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t even notice when he ended up at a public park in a quieter part of town. It wasn’t his usual route, but the sound of leaves rustling in the breeze helped calm his mind a little.

He stopped jogging and looked around, listening to children laughing and people chatting happily.

“Ah,” he sighed, running his hand through his hair.

It felt good being in a normal place like this. Here, he didn’t need a disguise or bodyguards.

Everyone was minding their own business.

No one recognized him, not yet, at least.

Robert sighed again and started jogging once more.

That’s when he saw her. A woman who sat on an old swing, her body shaking.

He would have normally just jogged past. She wasn’t his business.

But something stopped him.

There were bruises on her arms, the parts that weren’t covered.

And just like that, he felt the need to say something.

“Hey…” he called out.

Abby sat on the swing. She didn’t want to be found. She just wanted everything to finally end.

She was tired, tired of explaining, tired of crying, tired of the pain.

None of it was her fault.

She had been paying for something Barbie did three years ago.

After walking out of her parents’ house, she just kept walking, letting her feet take her wherever.

Her face was puffy from crying, her eyes dull and lifeless.

She was exhausted. And for the first time in years, she truly wanted to end it all.

Eventually, her feet brought her to a quiet park. The sun was already setting, it was around 5pm.

She decided she’d stay there until it got dark… and then she would go through with her plan.

She sat on the swing, hugging her knees tightly to her chest, crying hard, letting all the pain, anger, and sadness pour out through her tears.

She didn’t even notice someone had walked up to her until he spoke.

“Hey,” he said again, louder this time.

She looked up slowly, surprised to see a stranger standing there.

Robert was shocked. He knew she had been through something awful, but he didn’t expect it to be this bad.

Her face was swollen, like someone had slapped her really hard. She had other bruises scattered across her face.

And her eyes… her brown eyes were hollow, lifeless. Like someone who had lost all hope.

Someone who had completely given up.

“Um… hi,” he said awkwardly, his voice unsure.

For the first time ever, Robert found himself speechless because of a woman, and not in the way his grandmother would nag about.

He gulped, searching her eyes for something, anything.

Abby blinked. Was she seeing clearly? Who was this guy?

He looked perfect, he looked handsome, fit, his shirt showing off his muscles, and his pants hugging him just right. She could see his muscles.

She blinked again, forcing her eyes back onto his face.

What was this? Was God trying to mess with her?

Now that she has decided to end her life, he sends down a literal angel to distract her. Why? For what reason?

Nice try.

“Are you okay?” Robert asked, nervously rubbing his palms together.

“No,” she replied flatly.

She didn’t want to talk. He was interrupting her final moments. She didn’t want company.

Robert nodded, sensing that she wanted him to leave.

She wasn’t okay, that was clear.

But could he just walk away?

Still… she wasn’t his responsibility.

He gave a small smile and nodded again.

Then he turned and walked away.

Abby sighed and was about to go back to crying when, suddenly, she heard someone call her name.