KALMIA’S POV "Wow," I breathed, taking it all in. "This place is incredible." An older woman whose fingers were covered in paint colors came toward us while displaying a friendly smile. "First time here? I'm Marion, one of the co-owners. Please explore at your leisure and reach out if you have any inquiries. Jade said "My friend here wants to dive deeper into fashion design." Her modeling experience has inspired her to explore new creative fields. Marion's eyes lit up with interest. "How wonderful! Modeling provides you with essential understanding about the way garments behave on a person's body. Do you want to pursue formal education or explore fashion design through practical experience? I felt suddenly nervous but excited. "Honestly, I'm not sure. My passion for fashion remains strong although I have never attempted to design anything before. How about I take you on a proper tour of space? Marion gestured toward the workspace area. The educational program integrates weekend
KALMIA’S POV The week-long guilt and tension that bound itself to me was released by my nod. My body moved together with the beat as the rhythm throbbed inside my chest. I burst into laughter watching Jade dance beside me while my muscles relaxed even more. Without warning a man moved ahead of me and showed a smug smile that did not sit well with me. His smooth voice carried a low tone as he complimented me on my dancing skills. When the man moved closer to me I caught the scent of his luxury cologne. Let’s add some extra excitement to this situation. He grabbed my waist suddenly before I could manage to respond and pulled me nearer to his side. The connection between us was undeniable even though its sudden appearance caught me off guard. Intense music filled the space while vibrant lights danced around us creating a colorful tapestry and I was consumed by the experience. He wasn’t Arrow. That man was not Arrow who broke my heart. He moved his hands from my waist to my hips with
KALMIA’S POV Jade noticed my hidden turmoil when she straightened her posture and her eyes twinkled with mischief. “You know what?” I looked at her, confused. “What?” She proposed we go to a party saying it with such energy that she seemed convinced it could help me break free from my current sorrow. “It’ll be fun! Just for a little while. You deserve it.” The thought of going to that party filled me with utter anxiety. I didn't want to celebrate. I didn't want people." Finding a quiet nook from where I could unwind in peace, Puntha became my instant goal. "No, please," I continued to protest, shaking my head. "I just don't think I can. I'm just not in the mood right now, Jade.” I just need some time to breathe.” But Jade was relentless. She started talking before I had a chance to put my thoughts together. She stood up from the couch displaying a playful yet determined grin before I could protest again. She gave me a wink of her eye, teasing me, saying, "Too bad, babe,"
KALMIA’S POV The biting winter air pierced me during my prolonged walk while it seemed the world reminded me of my pain as my thoughts spun out of control. My steps became silent protests against the things Arrow had said. After hearing everything from him I found myself unable to return to that place. I had to keep moving forward. Finally, I reached my friend’s place. With urgency I pounded on the door hoping to find someone who could see me and confirm that my emotions were valid and not signs of insanity. The moment the door swung open Jade stepped into view before me while maintaining her usual composed yet insightful stare. When she first saw me she didn't ask me any questions. She pulled me close into her embrace where her warm and strong arms offered quiet solace to help heal my pain. While pulling back slightly she questioned me softly to establish eye contact. The hurt within me became visible in my eyes before I could put it into words. I pushed hard against the risin
KALMIA’S POV My tears broke free because I couldn't keep them inside anymore. My shoulders trembled from the heaviness of farewell while tears flowed without restraint. The gentle crying of my daughter—my Dawn—filled the expansive hallway with sounds akin to the last notes of an unwanted song. But Arrow, my husband, remained unmoved. He didn’t look at me. He rapidly flicked his fingers to direct the security guards’ attention who stood near the corridor. The expression on his face did not move a muscle while his gaze held a frigid intensity that exceeded the cold morning air entering through the door. His voice sliced through the atmosphere sharply as he declared "Enough of this.” “Stop playing emotions here. It’s done.” “Arrow, please,” I managed to whisper while my voice broke from unspoken words. “She’s our daughter. Let me say goodbye properly—please.” He didn’t look at me. He quickly snapped his fingers to get the attention of the security guards who were standing ne
KALMIA’S POV The texts were visible to me as my voice broke under the weight of my words. She told you she missed holding your arms in those messages. You said that spending time with her felt easier than being with me. Arrow still didn’t speak. That silence—his silence—was confirmation enough. “You were cheating too,” I whispered. “So don’t act like the victim here.” He finally spoke with a quiet yet cutting tone and said that he did not record or distribute it online. You think because your betrayal was less public it hurts any less? “Betrayal is betrayal, Arrow. You prepared a backup plan to protect yourself before you disclosed your dissatisfaction to me. He rose to his feet slowly as his eyes showed a deep sense of resolve. “Kalmia... I no longer wish to remain married to you. My heart clenched. “We’re past the point of fixing this. He concluded with a heavy heart that their relationship had turned into nothing but ruin. “Let’s divorce. Officially. Completely. No