124. Love's Resilience

Michael's pov -

The weight of the day's revelations hangs heavy on my shoulders as I step into our bedroom. The conversation with Abby replays in my mind like a broken record, her words echoing with a haunting intensity. The claim she made, asserting once again to be Tuberose, the mysterious writer whose identity has eluded us for so long, is like a persistent thorn in my thoughts.

I let out a deep sigh as I came to stand by the bed, my frustration seeping through my every pore. It's as if every time I attempt to mend the fragile threads of our relationship, to leave the past behind and move forward, something pulls us back into the abyss of doubt and uncertainty.

I slump onto the bed, my tired body sinking into the mattress. Closing my eyes, I attempt to shut out the chaotic storm of emotions raging within me. But even as I try to find solace in the darkness behind my eyelids, her eyes, those eyes that held a certain undeniable truth, continue to haunt me.

I clench my fists and punch