Tearing Of Bonds

The grand ballroom of Alexander Hathaway's home was a marvel architectural marble and crystal, sparkling under the light of thousands of candles.

Rich Persian carpets muffled the sound of footsteps, while imposing chandeliers hung from the ceiling decorated with frescoes depicting mythological scenes. THE guests, dressed in their finest finery, crowded around, exchanging courtesies and worldly smiles. But despite the splendor of the evening, the man behind all this pomp felt strangely detached.

Alexander Hathaway, the business tycoon whose financial exploits made headlines newspapers, stood away from the crowd. He wore a tailored suit that highlighted his athletic figure, but it was his intense gaze and his demeanor contemplative that really attracted attention. At 35, Alexander had everything we could desire: wealth, power and considerable influence. However, he was missing something essential – someone to share his life with.

He sighed, his eyes lost in the play of light from the chandeliers. By his side, his loyal assistant and longtime friend, Jeremy, was worried about the prolonged silence of his boss.

“Alexander, you seem somewhere else tonight,” Jeremy whispered, handing him a cup. of champagne.

—Thank you, Jeremy. It's just... it all seems empty to me. These evenings, these people... I don't

"I'm not sure that's what I'm looking for," replied Alexander, taking the cut.

Jeremy nodded, aware of his friend's melancholy. He knew Alexander since childhood and knew that despite his material successes, his heart was seeking desperately something else.“You're still thinking about your plan, aren't you? Jeremy asked, even though he already knew the answer.

“Yes,” Alexander replied without hesitation. I need to know if anyone can love myself for who I am, and not for what I represent.

The music changed to an elegant waltz. Alexander observed the couples whirling around on the dance floor, a slight melancholy smile on her lips. Most of these people knew nothing of its true nature. For them, he was just one unattainable tycoon, a distant figure of high society. But he had a plan, a bold plan.

“It’s time, Jeremy. Everything is ready ? asked Alexander, putting down his empty cup

on a passing tray.

— Everything is in place, Alexander. Are you sure you want to do this?

Alexander nodded. It was a carefully considered decision. He was going to pass for a simple man, to live modestly, and to look for the one who could love him to what he really was.

- Yes I am sure. Starting tomorrow, Alexander Hathaway disappears, and someone someone else takes its place.

The next day, the plan was in motion. Alexander introduced himself as Alex Turner, a modest man looking for a job in a small town a few hours away of his main residence. He rented a modest apartment in a quiet neighborhood, swapping his luxury suits for simple clothes.

The transformation was radical. Alexander, accustomed to the comforts of wealth, discovered a new reality. The first days were difficult, but he learned toappreciate the small pleasures of the simple life: a cup of coffee in a small local café, a walk in the park, and above all, anonymity.

One morning, while walking in the park, he crossed paths with a young woman.

She was sitting on a bench, a book in her hand, her brown hair flowing in curls.

silky on her shoulders. She wore a simple but elegant dress that highlighted

value her graceful silhouette. He was instantly attracted by her aura of tranquility and of gentleness.

He approached slowly, hesitating for a moment before speaking.

“Hello,” he said with a shy smile. My name is Alex. I can not stop myself to notice that you seem very absorbed in your reading.

She looked up from her book, slightly surprised, but smiled when she saw his gaze. sincere.

- Hello Alex. My name is Emma. Yes, this book is fascinating. It's an escape

perfect everyday life, she replied, gently closing her book.