As Natalie watched Jeremy disappear into a car, a wave of nausea washed over her, leaving her dizzy and disoriented. Her mind reeled, struggling to grasp the reality before her. The driver called to her several times before she finally snapped back to reality, her face pale. The car Jeremy was in vanished.

"Sorry. Let's go," Natalie mumbled.

The driver noticed her pale face—a stark contrast to the lively, cheerful woman who had entered the car. He then remembered her phone call. Putting two and two together, a flicker of understanding crossed his face. Experienced and a man himself, he kindly said, "You've recently gotten married, haven't you? Don't be too heartbroken. Take some time for yourself. Sometimes, you need to focus on yourself more. Don't lose yourself in a relationship."

He privately remarked that losing oneself didn't always signify being loved more. He considered men generally practical and realistic in such matters. Sensing Natalie's intelligence, he saw no need to elaborate further.

Natalie felt adrift, her mind a tangled mess. The driver's words, though kind, seemed distant and irrelevant. She moved mechanically through the motions of returning home, and before she knew it, she had finished her bowl of pasta.

A sudden ring startled her. It was Austin. "Are you home?"

"Yeah, I'm home," Natalie replied, her voice muffled. Only then did she realize she had been crying into her pasta. Her voice was thick with emotion.

Austin paused briefly before asking, "Are you crying?"

"Uh… I… I just watched a show," Natalie stammered. "The male lead deceived the female lead. She trusted him so much, but he still lied to her. Are there no good men left in this world?"

The words tumbled out, a desperate plea for reassurance that contradicted her crumbling belief in men.

Austin sensed something was wrong. "Natalie, what's wrong?"

"Nothing… Nothing's wrong. I'll talk to you later. I need to go. See you tomorrow, Mr. Powell." Natalie hurriedly ended the call. With a trembling hand, she called Skylar.