Betrayed for a Dying Lover
After a long pause, I murmured, "I once did. Now, I only feel regret."
I wiped away the tears that had unknowingly fallen and smiled before returning to the party.
Just as Angie predicted, my book became a massive success.
I attended Steven’s funeral. Seeing his photo at the service transported me back to the moment I had first met him.
I placed flowers before his grave but found myself unable to say anything.
On the way back, tears streamed down my face.
A little girl next to me asked why I was crying.
I whispered, "Because I’m saying goodbye to the past and welcoming a new beginning."