TOO LATE TO REGRET, EX-HUSBAND
The past was at rest, and the future belonged entirely to the light.
By six o'clock in the evening, the sun began its gorgeous descent over the ocean, painting the horizon in shades of deep lavender, rose gold, and soft copper.
Vivian drove back to the Sinclair estate, stepping out into the cool evening air. The pleasant sound of Emma's cheerful laughter echoed from the back garden, mixed with Arthur's deep, warm chuckles.