Broken Mirrors of Truth

After a two-hour journey, the car came to a stop. The driver let Ezra know they had reached their destination. Startled from her thoughts by the driver's voice, she nodded in response.Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the car, exuding confidence. Her strides led her towards a luxurious farm resort, a place she knew all too well. Yet, as familiar as it was, a layer of fog settled over her heart at the thought of someone connected to this place—someone who held a significant presence in her past.Ezra entered the villa, greeted by the sight of maids bustling about, preparing snacks on the lounge table. Lost in their tasks, they seemed oblivious to the new arrival. Ezra cleared her throat, catching the attention of a maid refilling fresh flowers. With a warm smile, Ezra politely inquired, "Hello, I'm here for the high school reunion."The maid, momentarily surprised, replied with equal politeness, "Oh, everyone is in the backyard. The reunion started about an hour ago." Ezra's he

Natalie's fingers interlaced with Asher's, creating a subtle connection between them as they navigated through the crowd of old classmates. The reunion was in full swing, with laughter and nostalgia filling the air. However, the atmosphere around Asher carried an unspoken weight—the presence of Ezra. Lost in the memories and unspoken emotions, Asher struggled to concentrate on the present moment with Natalie. Unbeknownst to her, his thoughts wandered into the enigmatic realm of Ezra. As they mingled with old friends, Natalie turned to Asher with a question, breaking through the walls of his reverie. "What do you think about it, Asher?" she inquired, her eyes filled with curiosity. Only then did Asher's thoughts pause, and he blinked back into the current conversation. "Hm? I'm sorry, guys. I didn't hear what you said," he apologized politely. It was in that moment of Asher's distraction that Natalie, closely observing him, noticed the intensity of his gaze. Her eyes followed his, l

The air in Asher's office crackled with tension as frustration and confusion danced around the room. Asher, his patience wearing thin, finally snapped, "Dylan, we are in the office, and I am not your friend right now."Dylan, the master of nonchalance, lazily retorted, "I don't think we have to act formal when we are alone, Asher boy." The nickname only fueled Asher's annoyance, leaving him rubbing his temples in exasperation. Dealing with Dylan was like navigating a maze of unpredictability.Collecting himself, Asher took a deep breath before attempting to reason with the unpredictable force that was Dylan. "Could you please enlighten me? Why did you cancel all my meetings without informing me?" Asher asked, desperately trying to grasp the logic behind Dylan's seemingly irrational actions.Dylan, ever the picture of casual indifference, released a lazy sigh. "Yeah, sure. Mrs. Gray called me and ordered me to cancel all the meetings you have today. So, as a good

Asher stood in front of Ezra's door, debating whether to knock or not. His internal turmoil manifested in sweaty palms, a physical manifestation of the emotional storm within him. Just as he was about to make a decision, Ezra's voice pierced through the silence, and his hand froze mid-air. She was on the phone, expressing affection to someone, referring to them as "my sweetheart."His initial urge to confront her transformed into a simmering anger. "I was wrong when I thought maybe she has changed, that's why she's back," Asher muttered to himself. The echoes of disappointment reverberated in his mind, plunging him back into the emotional turmoil of Ezra's departure years ago. The night stretched endlessly as his restless heart grappled with the pain and confusion.As the first light of dawn broke through, Asher made a decisive choice. Unable to face Ezra, he left the villa to escape the suffocating atmosphere. His destination: the refuge of his office. Immersed in the distraction of