Where Flames Consume Love
I wouldn't attend the company banquet, but I would send someone to publicize all the evidence I had gathered on Frank's infidelity during this time.
After making all the arrangements, I arrived at the villa's backyard.
I lit a fire there and threw all the photos Frank and I had taken over the years into it—photos we had taken while vacationing at the beach together, photos of us kissing on our wedding day, photos we took to commemorate climbing to the top of a mountain…
The photos quickly curled and blackened in the flames. Eventually, they turned to ash and scattered away with the wind.
It was just like our marriage, which once seemed unbreakable but was now nothing but lies and betrayal.
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