Danielle waved him off with a grin and looked at Kirsten. "I'll let you two be. Get some rest, and call me if you need anything."
"Remember, follow your heart. I'll always support you."
Kirsten nodded, deep gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you, Danielle."
Danielle gave her a quick hug, then turned toward her car. Before walking away, she shot Gian a highly expressive 'don't screw this up' look.
Gian caught the message perfectly. A faint smile touched his lips, and he gave a subtle nod in response.
The hospital entrance was quiet now, leaving just Kirsten and Gian.
Walking beside him, Kirsten looked at his profile, her gaze softening.
She broke the silence, her voice soft. "Gian. About the divorce... I've made a decision."
Gian stopped dead in his tracks and whipped around to face her.
"You have?"
Seeing the blatant panic on his face, Kirsten couldn't help but smile. "Yeah. I've decided. We're not getting a divorce."
Gian's entire body went rigid. Slowly, he reached out and pulled her into a tight embrace.
He rested his chin gently on top of her head. "Kirsten, thank you. Thank you for giving me a chance."
"I'm not giving you a chance. I'm giving us a chance."
Her voice was soft but incredibly clear. "Gian, whatever misunderstandings we had, we'll work through them slowly."
They walked the rest of the way to the car.

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