Her Lies, His Unbreakable Spirit

ife Chloe and I had built, a life where her gallery thr

phone, a ghost from her past that she claimed was

into our party by Chloe, who then, to my horror, demanded I use my life-dr

the man she adored, while she waved away my pleas to stop, her eyes

or him, and I knew with a chilling certainty that the decade we'

stripped of everything, wasn't e

ning him, turning Chloe' s coldness into outright malice, and leading h

e lay in a small, symbolic hearthstone from my true ho

ng water, then forced to watch as she deliberately burned my painting and cast the stone, my last link

find my hidden cell empty, and as she spiraled into a furious hunt for me

ch, and when she finally tracked me down, hoping for forgiveness, my calm, indifferent gaz