She walked in.
She saw the bag in his hand...the one filled with broken pieces of the vase.
But she didn't say anything.
She stood there, calmly, quietly… like a statue sculpted with grace.
Yet, even in that silence, she was saying a thousand things.
Nicole slowly regained his composure,
but something about this woman felt overwhelming.
Her presence was too powerful
her aura glowed with a strange, quiet confidence.
Her eyes held something… Nicole couldn't place it.
A strange pride, not arrogance, but something deeper.
And then, she finally spoke
softly, yet firmly, with an unshaken dignity.
"You've broken a priceless art piece of ours.
If you can pay for it, that would be ideal.
But if you can't afford such a large sum…
then you'll have to create an art piece for me instead.
Within one week."
She handed him a visiting card
and turned away, walking off like nothing had happened.
But this time, Nicole didn't argue with God.
There was no drama, no shouting to the skies.
It was as if his limit had finally been reached.
He just stood there...silent.
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Moments later…
He was sitting at home on the sofa with Hazel.
No words were needed.
The expressions on their faces said it all:
"Now what...?"