Tessa's reflection in the mirror seemed to mock her. The lines on her face, once unnoticed, now etched deep valleys of sorrow. Her eyes, once vibrant, now mirrored the pain that enveloped her heart. In the solitude of her room, she confronted the haunting questions that echoed in her mind."Is this what I've become?" she muttered, her voice barely audible. The room echoed with the weight of her misery.She traced the lines on her face with trembling fingers, as if seeking answers in the creases of time. The reflection stared back, an unspoken narrative of a woman who had poured her essence into the roles of wife and mother, forgetting to nurture the flame within.Her tears glistened, mirroring the shattered fragments of her self-esteem. "Did he leave because I am no longer beautiful?" The question lingered, an ache that reverberated in the quiet corners of her soul.Lost in her own self-pity, Tessa replayed moments from her past. The sacrifices made, the dreams deferred, and the relen

The next morning, William found himself facing an unexpected visit. His mother stood at the doorway, her face etched with concern."How are you, my son? I am very worried about you lately," she said, her voice carrying a mix of maternal care and underlying motives.William, still grappling with the recent revelations about his wife, managed a weak smile. "I'm... I'm trying to cope. It's just been tough."Unbeknownst to him, another visitor awaited just outside his door. A knock echoed through the room, and when William opened it, he was met by the Chief police officer, a figure he had hoped would bring answers."Chief, good morning. Do you have new leads now? Do you know where my wife and my private investigator are?" William inquired, his eyes searching for a glimmer of hope.The Chief, who had already conspired with Mrs. Reign to manipulate the truth, adopted a solemn expression. "Mr. Reign, I'm sorry to inform you late. I need to confirm some important things. Yes, I knew where you

TWO DECADES LATERThe vibrant stars and beautiful night sky above painted a sad smile on William's face while he’s sitting on the balcony of his Grand Villa, a sanctuary of solitude high above the bustling city. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the memories that lingered in the corners of his mind. His place, adorned with potted plants and cushioned wicker furniture, offered a panoramic view of the city skyline.Taking a sip of his coffee, his eyes wandered across the horizon, lost in the millions of his thoughts. The bitterness of the brew mirrored the bitterness in his heart, a bitterness that had fermented over two decades, since the day Tessa chose betrayal over their vows."Tessa, if you could see me now, surrounded by success and wealth, would you regret the choices you made?" he mused, his voice barely a whisper, as if afraid the walls of the past might eavesdrop on his reflections.The coffee, dark and strong, seared down his throat, mom

The simple but modest living room echoed with the soft ticking of a clock on the wall, a steady reminder of time passing. Tessa sat on the well-worn sofa, the fabric frayed at the edges, a proof to the years it had cradled her through. She wiped away her tears, her fingers tracing the lines etched by the passage of almost two decades.The walls of her average home bore witness to the memories of a life that had been solitary life with her kids. The sofa, worn but comforting, held the imprints of countless moments of solace. The coffee table, adorned with a vase of simple flowers, stood as a reminder that beauty could be found in the ordinary.She wiped away the tears that still lingered in the corners of her eyes, she couldn't help but reflect on the pain etched into the fabric of her past. Many years had passed since that fateful day when William's betrayal shattered her world. The divorce letter, a cruel and unexpected blow, had marked the beginning of a journey through the depths o

The morning light filtered through the curtains, gently waking William from his sleepless sleep. He blinked away the remnants of sleep, his mind already consumed by the decisions he had made the previous day. Beside him, his wife Cindy stirred, her presence made it harder for the next steps he would take."Good morning, dear," Cindy's voice, though cheery. He forced a smile in response, the weight of his unspoken plans pressing against his chest.His wife worked around the kitchen, the clatter of pans and the aroma of breakfast filling the air. He sat down at the table and couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. The breakfast made him remember a hollow life because of his no-closure past.His wife placed a plate before him, her smile radiant as she urged him to eat. "I made your favorite, dear. Dig in," she chirped.He picked at his food, the taste bland against the bitterness of his emotions. His wife chattered away about her plans for the day, he found himself retreating into the re