All Chapters of SOUL TANGLE: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

As the man and woman entered the room, Ayana's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze flickering between them and Robby. There was an undeniable resemblance between the man and Robby, from the sharp features to the piercing gaze. It was clear that they were related, but the hostility that emanated from them sent a chill down Ayana's spine.Robby's expression hardened as he faced his family, his shoulders tense with apprehension. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, his voice laced with anger.The man sneered at Robby, his lip curling in disdain. "We came to see for ourselves what kind of mess you have gotten yourself into," he replied, his tone dripping with contempt.The woman's gaze bore into Robby, her eyes cold and calculating. "We heard that you are married," she said, her voice icy. "A woman older than you. We had to see for ourselves if the digging news was true or false."Ayana's heart sank as she realized what was happening. Robby's family had come to confront him about their

As Ayana stood at the threshold of her old life, tears welled in her eyes, threatening to spill over as she bid a bittersweet farewell to the familiarity she had clung to for so long. It was a moment fraught with conflicting emotions, a poignant acknowledgment of the endings that paved the way for new beginnings. With each tear that trickled down her cheeks, she felt a sense of release, a shedding of the past that weighed heavy on her shoulders. Yet, intertwined with the sorrow, was a glimmer of hope, a quiet determination to embrace the uncertainties that lay ahead with courage and resilience.Steeling herself against the tide of emotions threatening to engulf her, Ayana took a deep breath, drawing upon the reserves of strength that lay dormant within her. In that fleeting moment of vulnerability, she found an unexpected reservoir of resilience—a fierce resolve to confront the challenges that awaited her head-on. As she turned her back on the familiar landscape of her past, she made

As Ayana settled into her new home, she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, as if unseen eyes lingered in the shadows. The flicker of lights seemed to dance to an eerie tune, casting fleeting shadows that danced along the walls. Every draft that whispered through the rooms felt like a spectral breath, stirring the air with unseen hands. And the persistent creak of the floorboards echoed like ghostly footsteps, haunting Ayana's every move. Initially brushing these occurrences off as quirks of an old house, Ayana couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that they were more than mere coincidences. They seemed orchestrated and purposeful, as if the house itself harbored secrets begging to be uncovered.With each passing minute, Ayana's unease grew, fueled by the relentless rhythm of these seemingly innocent occurrences. The flicker of lights became a persistent reminder of the shadows lurking just beyond her sight. The drafts whispered secrets that eluded her grasp, leaving her feelin

As Ayana and Lyana settled into their new home, they immersed themselves in the task of turning it into a place where their dreams could take root and flourish. Together, they unpacked boxes filled with cherished belongings, each item carrying with it memories of their past and aspirations for their future. With each carefully placed photo frame and each piece of furniture arranged just so, they began to breathe life into their new surroundings.Lyana's eyes sparkled with excitement as she helped her mother hang curtains and arrange throw pillows, her imagination running wild with visions of the cozy haven they were creating. "Mom, can we paint the walls a bright color?" she asked eagerly, already envisioning the transformation.Ayana smiled warmly at her daughter's enthusiasm, her heart swelling with love. "Of course, Lyana," she replied, her voice filled with encouragement. "This is our home, and we can make it however we want it to be."As they stood together amidst the scattered p

In the stillness of her new home, Ayana's mind becomes a battleground, where memories of her tumultuous relationship with Robby, or Jerry, as she had come to know him, wage war against her attempts to move forward. The walls seem to whisper his name, each corner holding fragments of their shared past like silent witnesses to their love-turned-strife. The once-familiar spaces that should offer solace now feel like traps, ensnaring her in a web of emotions she thought she had left behind.Echoes of arguments reverberate through the rooms, the sharp words and raised voices leaving scars that refuse to heal. The promises they made in moments of fleeting happiness now lie shattered, scattered like shards of glass across her consciousness. With each passing day, Ayana finds herself reliving moments she would rather forget, the weight of regret bearing down on her like an unyielding burden.In the darkness of night, when the world grows quiet and still, Ayana's thoughts drift back to the pas