Gerard, still haunted by the echoes of Ivy's melody, found himself pacing restlessly in his room. The familiar tune lingered in the air, replaying the cherished moments he once had with Ivy. He reached for a bottle of whiskey, poured a generous amount into a glass, and took a long sip. The alcohol offered a temporary escape, but his mind remained entangled in a web of confusion.As he stared out the window, lost in thought, Maria approached hesitantly. She could sense the turmoil within Gerard and chose her words carefully."Mr. Huxley, is everything all right?" Maria asked with genuine concern.Gerard sighed heavily. "Maria, have you ever felt like the past is catching up with you, and there's nothing you can do to escape it?"Maria nodded, understanding the weight of nostalgia. "Sometimes, the past has a way of resurfacing, but it's essential to confront it."Gerard looked at Maria, contemplating her words. He decided to confide in her, "Ivy used to play that song. It was our song.

Amelie, pushed to a corner, decided to release the truth that she had guarded so fiercely. "Yes, I'm Ivy. So what?" she spat out, her words carrying an air of defiance, masking the vulnerability she felt.But Gerard, undeterred by her admission, confronted her with a gaze that sought understanding. "Why, Ivy? Why have you been hiding from me?" he questioned, his tone a blend of anguish and confusion.In response, Amelie lashed out, hurling hurtful words in an attempt to push him away. "Hiding from you was the only way to survive your twisted intentions, Gerard. You're the reason for all of this," she retorted, her bitterness pouring out.Gerard, though stung by her words, remained steadfast. "Ivy, please, come back to me. Be my wife again," he pleaded, his desperation evident.But Amelie, now resolute in her decision, rejected his plea. "How can I go back to my murderer?" she declared, her words hanging heavy in the air.In a last attempt to break through the walls she had built, Gera

As Amelie poured out her painful past to Maria, a connection of trust and shared burden deepened between them. Maria, with sincere concern, couldn't help but wonder at the strength Amelie displayed in facing such hardships."Why change your identity, Ivy?" Maria asked gently, her eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and empathy.Amelie, turning toward Maria, extended her hand, inviting her to share the depths of her soul. As her fingers reached Maria's, Amelie began to unravel the tale that haunted her nights. It was a narrative of betrayal, heartbreak, and a descent into darkness."It was my birthday three years ago," Amelie began, her voice tinged with the weight of memories. "Gerard, my husband, arranged a surprise for me at a hotel. But the surprise was not the kind you'd cherish. Instead, I found him in the arms of my best friend, Mia."Maria's eyes widened with shock, her hand tightening around Amelie's. The betrayal cut deep, leaving scars that would linger for years to come.

In the heart of Modestria, the night hung heavy with the whispers of a cool breeze. The moon cast a silvery glow over the city, shrouding the Huxley mansion in an ethereal luminescence. The air was tinged with a hint of suspense, as if the very atmosphere held its breath in anticipation of unfolding events.As the Senator's sleek black car glided through the silent streets, the dim streetlights played a game of shadows on the pavement. The distant hum of the city served as a somber soundtrack to the unfolding drama. The night was calm, yet an underlying tension lingered in the air.Arriving at the Huxley mansion, the Senator stepped out of his car, greeted only by the occasional rustle of leaves in the quiet night. He inquired about Amelie, and William, hesitant yet obligated, informed him that she was in her quarters.With an air of authority, Senator Morgan requested to see his wife, and William, though reluctant, acquiesced. The senator entered, his imposing figure casting shadows o

Amelie's heightened senses detected Nathan's presence as he entered the room, and she clenched her cane, preparing to confront the source of her mounting anger. As Nathan approached, he noticed her struggle to stand and rushed to offer his support. However, before he could assist her, Amelie, guided by the unmistakable tone of Nathan's voice, unleashed a resounding slap on his face.The impact of Amelie's strike was surprising, given her blindness, but the accuracy and force spoke volumes about the depth of her emotions. Nathan winced at the sting but maintained a composed demeanor, knowing he had much to explain."It's you, Nathan Quinn, right?" Amelie's voice conveyed a mixture of sadness and anger. "Weren't you in a relationship with Ella? Why me now? You men are all the same. Poor Ella must be heartbroken by now."Nathan, still reeling from the slap, attempted to assuage Amelie's confusion. "Amelie, it's not what you think. I'm not the person you believe me to be. I had my reasons