Evelyn
As I walked downstairs with Jacob, the last thing I had expected was to see a woman who seemed both familiar and unknown. Her hair, once short, now cascaded down to her waist, and her complexion appeared slightly darker, making her even more beautiful. But it was her eyes that caught my attention the most—they no longer held the gloominess I remembered; instead, they exuded pure happiness.
She looked happy. Truly happy.
Standing by her side was a man, his arm wrapped around her waist, as she engaged in lively conversation with Dad and Clara.
"What's the matter?" Jacob's voice snapped me out of my daze. He looked at me with concern.
I could not answer him. However, as his eyes followed to see the sight, he soon realised the reason behind my sudden stillness.
"Oh, there she is. Jacob's here too," Clara called out, gathering everyone's attention. "Come join us."
All eyes turned towards me, and my breath quickened as years of suppressed anger began to rise. I didn't want to speak
