Loathed Wife of the Wicked Billionaire
The air stood still, heavy with anticipation, as I whispered, "Are you Athara? Are you the love I lost, returned to me?"
She hesitated, her eyes flickering with vulnerability before she let out a heavy sigh, as if the past had materialized before her. "Yes," she murmured, her voice laced with a bittersweet longing. "I am Athara, lost but never forgotten."
In that moment, the weight that had burdened my soul for so long began to lift. Time had played its twisted game, weaving our fates across millennia, only to reunite us in this dimly lit bar. The echoes of time resounded within our hearts, whispering a tale of reunion and redemption.
Sikat na Kabanata