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The image was full of warmth, full of joy, and Eliana felt a twist in her chest that she didn’t understand. She walked on. The next image showed the same woman, older now, her face thinner, her smile faded. She was standing in a doorway, looking out at a man who was walking away. The man didn’t look back. The woman’s face crumpled, but she didn’t cry. She stood in the doorway for a long time, watching the space where he had been, and then she closed the door and locked it from the inside.

Mia held that woman and took her in front of a chair, that woman sat down with so much difficulty. Mia went for water when that woman sat there. Mia came back with a glass of water " drink this, you look pale " Mia was showing very concern about that woman, Suddenly that woman started to cry, Mia was shocked, She stood there like a statue, she doesn't know why that woman was crying like that. " Miss why are you crying, " Mia asked that woman gently. That woman tried to control her sobbing and spoke up " my husband doesn't want me and our baby "

Yeah right, take that bitch! "Oh, the reptiles." Suhayr beamed at them, watching as they try keeping their distance but it seems like their ego keeps getting in the way blocking any rational thought. "And the homewrecker is here too, what a pleasant surprise." Najaah faked a smile too, she has been heartbroken the day before and would want nothing but to hit the woman where she won't be able to stand. What happened the day before won't stop replaying in her head even after taking shots of vodka to help.

One thing they all shared was the subject: a woman dressed in jeans and a hoodie as she walked down the street, hugging herself. Only one gave him a proper view of her face as she walked under a streetlight. Despite the poor resolution, it was clear she was upset and had been crying. Her normally sparkling eyes were clouded with sorrow and fear. Macey had always been a vibrant woman, but in the image she was pale and listless. She looked broken, abandoned. He had done that. It was his fault.

"Why ...... why are they saying that I brought disaster to the clan ......" The woman squatted on the edge of the quiet pool, her voice sounded miserable and mournful, and her crying was intermittent, and her tears dripped down on the surface of the water, causing ripples in a circle after a circle.

Jessa’s heart ached with every motion, her hands trembling with the intensity of her grief. It was heartbreaking—seeing Jessa so consumed by this profound sorrow. Her face, usually full of light and laughter, was now a mask of anguish and desperation. The young mermaid, who had once been so full of life, was now completely undone by the loss of her closest friend. Her body language spoke of an endless ache, a sense of emptiness that no words could ever fully capture. And yet, even in her brokenness, there was something undeniably strong in her.

Although she was middle-aged, her beauty was still evident despite the years. The woman's eyes were locked on his, filled not with fear but with profound sorrow and heartache. Her tears shimmered, betraying the deep emotion she felt.

The woman couldn’t have been much older than forty. Maybe mid-forties. Her face was calm but tired. As if she’d spent years carrying something heavy. Elias turned toward her. For a moment, neither spoke. Then he handed her the photograph. The woman accepted it carefully. Almost reluctantly. And when she looked down at the image, something changed in her expression. Pain. Real pain. Aria saw it instantly. Not fear. Not anger. Grief. The woman closed her eyes briefly. Just for a second.

Her trembling hands reached for the doorknob, her body swaying with the intensity of her emotions. Closing the suite door behind her, Ameera sank to the floor, her sobs echoing through the room. Her delicate features, once adorned with a radiant smile, were now marred by tears streaming down her face. The sheer devastation etched on her beautiful countenance painted a picture of vulnerability and heartache.

Ava walked in behind her. And the moment I saw her, my breath caught. Her eyes were swollen, red. Not the kind of red from sleep or allergies. No—this was deeper. Sadness clung to her face like a shadow. Her expression was quiet, but broken. Agony radiated from every inch of her—her stiff posture, the way her arms were folded tightly like she was trying to hold herself together. Lips trembling, jaw clenched, even her breathing was uneven. She looked like she had cried herself hollow.