Except for Clarissa's triplets, the entire Cena family had assembled at the morgue, creating an atmosphere of somberness and tense anticipation.Harriet's eyes remained fixed upon the motionless figure of the young man lying before them, her gaze reflecting a blend of astonishment and residual resentment.It was unfathomable to her that the person responsible for inflicting immeasurable suffering upon her family had, at last, departed this world.As the weight of the moment settled upon her, Harriet couldn't help but feel an undeniable satisfaction washing over her.The sight of him in this state brought forth a bittersweet sense of closure, offering respite from the unrelenting torment they had endured.Yet, deep within her, she couldn't shake the feeling that death had granted him a mercy he didn't deserve.She had yearned for him to confront the consequences of his actions, to truly comprehend the pain and suffering he had inflicted upon their lives.However, she had no choice but

In the midst of the surrounding darkness, Camilla's breathing quickened, and she tightly gripped the handrail for support.Her heart raced within her chest as the elevator finally stopped falling.And even though he couldn't see her, the sound of Camilla's breathing stirred immense concern in Edward."Camilla, are you alright?" he called out, his voice tinged with genuine worry.Instead of responding, Camilla, haunted by her past trauma and now suffering from PTSD(Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder) triggered by the darkness, remained frozen in fear.The oppressive darkness and the confined space overwhelmed her, temporarily robbing her of the ability to communicate.Edward's concern grew as he strained his ears, desperately hoping to hear any sign that Camilla was alright.With no response forthcoming, he released the handrail and reached out, his hands searching for her.But when his fingertips finally made contact with her arm, she let out a piercing scream, shocking him to his core."

The dimly lit bar provided a gloomy backdrop to the storm of emotions brewing within Alexander.The two days he had spent in Paris had been both a blessing and a torment.His heart raced as he watched Camilla with a mix of longing and sadness.He desperately wanted to see her, explain himself, and make amends for everything that had happened.However, the fear of her reaction held him back.He knew she would be angry and hurt, but what worried him the most was if she would still reject him after he explained everything to her.As he continued to watch her, Camilla suddenly stood up from her seat, irritation showing on her face.Just as she stumbled, nearly falling, Alexander's instinct kicked in, and he started to get up from his seat to go to her and catch her.But before he could take a step, Edward quickly intervened, offering his support and guiding the visibly intoxicated Camilla away.A wave of conflicting emotions overwhelmed Alexander as he saw them leaving the bar together.H

The first rays of the morning sun poured through the sheer curtains, painting the room in a soft, golden hue.Camilla slowly stirred from her sleep, releasing a tired groan as she stretched and opened her eyes.Turning to her side, to her surprise, she was met with Alexander's sleeping figure, his features peaceful and relaxed.Blinking in disbelief, Camilla's shock broke the silence as she exclaimed, "Che diavolo! (What the hell!)"Startled, Alexander jolted awake, immediately sitting upright."Camilla... You're awake," he said, his voice a mix of relief and uncertainty, evident from the bewildered expression on her face.Camilla's heart raced as she looked at Alexander.It had been a year since they last saw each other, and now he was here beside her, seemingly out of nowhere.Her hands flew to her head as she tried to recollect what had transpired the previous night, but her memories were hazy.She recalled Edward coming over, going to a bar he had chosen, and then…….her memory fa

Camilla stood outside the therapist's office, her hand reaching out to give a soft knock on the glass door.The door itself was sleek and modern, its surface pristine and transparent, allowing a glimpse into the space beyond.Moments later, the door swung open, revealing a woman with a warm and welcoming smile.Dr. Blackwell, the therapist, was an elderly woman who had spent thirty years working in the field and held a Ph.D. She stood in front of Camilla, exuding a sense of calmness and empathy.Her soft, hazel eyes held a gentle spark, while her shoulder-length chestnut hair framed her face with effortless elegance."Camilla... Good morning," She greeted, her voice carrying a calming tone.Camilla's own smile widened, mirroring the genuine warmth she saw in the therapist's expression."Good morning, Dr. Blackwell," she replied, her voice tinged with a mix of nervousness and hope."Please come in." The older woman gestured, her hand gracefully guiding Camilla towards the therapeutic s