Nina

Each step she took felt heavier, her chest tightening with the weight of emotions she had tried so hard to suppress. Betrayal, anger, sadness—it all swirled inside her like a storm ready to break loose. Charles’s pleas echoed in her ears, but they only fueled the fire burning inside her. How could he even dare to ask for forgiveness after what he had done?

As she reached her car, she paused. Her hands shook as she fumbled for the keys in her bag. She pressed her palms against the car’s cool surface, trying to regain her composure, but the tears continued to spill. “I loved him,” she whispered to herself, her voice thick with emotion. “I really loved him.” And yet, here she was, standing on the edge of her marriage, staring at the wreckage of what once was.

But love wasn’t enough. Not anymore.

She wiped her tears and steeled herself, her resolve hardening. There was no turning back. The divorce papers were already in the works, and soon, she would be free. Free from the lies, free from