Fragile Vows

Tonight was a special day for Maria Brown. It marked the third anniversary of her marriage to Thompson Brown, a man who seemed to have everything: wealth, success, and a prominent presence in the business world. From the outside, their life together appeared to be a fairytale, a picture-perfect union of power and prestige.But behind closed doors, Maria's reality was far from idyllic. The opulent mansion they called home was filled with an eerie silence, a haunting reminder of the loneliness she endured day after day. Thompson, consumed by his own ambitions and desires, had little time for his wife. He never introduced her to his colleagues or appeared by her side at social events. Instead, he kept her hidden away, like a dark secret he was ashamed to acknowledge.As Maria prepared a lavish anniversary dinner, her heart ached with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. She had spent the past three years yearning for the love and affection she believed she deserved, hoping that ton

" All this years. I have tried to be a dutiful wife hoping you will love me eventually. No matter what effort I put on this marriage, you never really gave me a chance... Am I really this hateful? You never really listened to my end of the story about that night. All you do is listen to other people..." She laughed as she looked at the pen next to the drawer Maria's voice trembled with a mix of sadness and anger as she continued, "You believe every word that comes out of Ivonne's mouth, don't you? You've never bothered to hear my side of the story, to understand the truth. You've let her poison your mind against me."Thompson's eyes narrowed, his face contorted with rage. "Don't you dare bring her into this! This is about you and your deceitful ways. I trusted you, and you betrayed me!"Maria's laughter turned bitter, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Betrayal? You think I'm the one who betrayed you? Thompson, you have no idea what lengths Ivonne went to in order to trap you i

“I’ll... make my own, then,” he muttered, feeling a strange sense of loss. It was just breakfast, but it symbolized so much more. He moved towards the kitchen, fumbling with the coffee machine and bread. He could feel Maria's presence in the garden, strong and distant. Her silence weighed on him. As he prepared his meal, Thompson’s mind raced. He had grown used to being in control, but this morning, he felt like a stranger in his own home. He had never seen Maria so resolute, so ready to move on. For the first time, he realized how much damage had been done, how deeply she had been hurt. But thinking of what kind of a woman she was, he knitted his brows. Were it not for the call he received in the morning he would not stoop so low to try and keep her a little longer. He was so angry when he received the call that he fell sick while he was a way, Maria was in deep thought and confusion. Between last night and this morning, what happened to this man. he seemed changed. His behavio