In the city of glass towers, time is not measured in seconds-it is measured in margins and market dominance. ​To the rest of the world, Apex Solutions and Zenith Corp were the undisputed titans of the industry-unrelenting, ruthless, and locked in an eternal war for the crown. Their boardroom floors were cold, sterile battlefields where ambition was the only currency, and mercy was a weakness no one could afford. ​But five blocks away from the glass-and-steel chaos, tucked into a quiet corner of the city, sat the 'Neutral Zone.' It was a dimly lit café, a place that didn't care about quarterly reports or hostile takeovers. ​Every Tuesday at 7:00 PM, two people occupied the same corner. ​He was the man they called 'The Ice King' of Apex Solutions. A man whose arrogance was legendary, whose professional cruelty was feared, and whose sharp gaze could dissect a strategy in seconds. He came here to escape the suffocation of his own success. ​She was the brightest mind at Zenith Corp. Known for a razor-sharp wit and a mischievous glint in her eyes, she possessed an intellect that could dismantle any argument with a single, playful sentence. She came here to find the peace that her high-stakes career refused to grant her. ​They were strangers in the world of business, yet they were becoming more than friends in the quiet comfort of this cafe. They complained about their unnamed, demanding bosses. They mocked the absurdity of their industry. They shared dreams that they were too guarded to tell anyone else. ​They never realized that they were mirror images of each other. ​Neither of them knew that by tomorrow morning, they would be fighting a war that could destroy the other's career. Neither of them knew that the person they were falling in love with was, in fact, the very enemy they had sworn to ruin. ​The stage was set. The masks were on. And the game, as they say, was about to become personal.

Date: September 1999 Angel: Still within me ​I am sitting in a quiet room at home. As I rest my hands gently on my stomach, I feel a tiny, subtle flutter-a sensation no one else could perceive, but one that signals a new beginning. ​I bought this diary because I know that amidst the chaos to come-the sleepless nights, the endless worries, and the overwhelming love-I might forget who I was before I became "Mom." Angel, I am writing these notes for you. Even before you took your first breath in this world, I wanted you to know how much I loved you, and what fears and dreams were held within my heart. ​I feel that I have found my purpose in life, but at the same time, a feeling fluctuates within me regarding the loss of my independence. Can I be "myself" again after becoming a mother? Or from this moment on, am I merely the vessel that brought you into this world? ​Please forgive me if I become an imperfect mother. Just as you are learning to be a daughter, I am learning to be a mother to you. ​I do not know how the future will be written, but I make one promise: I will record everything in this diary. Every tear, every victory, and every secret. The day you stand dressed as a bride, ready to begin your own life, you will be able to read this diary. By then, you will understand how we grew up together.