With unwavering conviction, he clasped my hand and boldly proclaimed in front of his family, “I’ll marry Zelia and no one else; I’m certain of her.”
Their acceptance came with reluctance, convinced that my status as an orphan made me easily controllable.
I had once believed I had found true love, only to discover I had stumbled into a dark pit of despair.
Caesar reserved his affection and warmth solely for Gaia, while I faced nothing but his wrath and unending deceit.
Time and again, he publicly humiliated me, taunted my tears, and dismissed my pleas, leaving me alone with my reflections.
This time, he intended to wield his silent treatment, expecting me to grovel for his return.
But this time, I was resolute, I would never look back.
Just as I was about to step out with my suitcase in hand, he swung open the door, the scent of alcohol wafting around him.
“Where do you think you’re going? Still sulking like a child?”
As his words lingered in the air, he presented me with a captivating necklace. Its radiant beauty was unmistakable and clearly worth a fortune.
My heart raced with anticipation; today marked our ninth anniversary.