Seventy Eight

Felix gently tucked Sarah into bed. The dim light softly illuminated the quiet room, with only the faint sound of Sarah’s raspy breathing breaking the silence. Her body was bruised and pale, with marks from the abuse clearly visible in several places.

His heart ached every time he saw the state of the woman he once loved. Louis, Sarah’s husband, had crossed every line. Yet, even though Felix was furious, he found himself caught in a dilemma that haunted him.

On one hand, he wanted to move on with his life, leave behind the drama of the past, and build a future with Isabella. But on the other hand, he couldn’t just abandon Sarah, especially when she was trapped in such a violent, painful relationship.

Felix stood up from the bedside, taking a deep breath before walking into the living room. The room felt dark and cold, almost like a reflection of his own messy, confused thoughts. He sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the TV that wasn’t even on. His mind was flooded with unanswered que