Annie took a seat in the nearby chair, her legs quivering a bit from having stood outside for an extended period, as she greeted her long-time friend.Both have been on a long discussion about their lif so far since they left high school.
Her emerald eyes flickered between Marcus, Ethan, and Cecilia as anxiety enveloped the room like a storm ready to erupt. The atmosphere was heavy with silent words, The ones who carried the scars of betrayal and sorrow.
Ethan and Cecilia stood beside Marcus, their postures tense and brimming with restrained anger. Marcus glanced at Annie, but he quickly looked away, his jaw tensing. Annie's voice shattered the stillness, delicate yet resolute.
"Cecilia," Annie started, her hands firmly holding the armrests, "this is the Marcus I mentioned to you. That my husband that I told you that we are separatedfor no. He is the one who has declined to sign the divorce documents." Her words lingered in the atmosphere, weighty with unaddressed sorrow.
Cecilia'
