A woman graced the stage, her voice twining with the lyrics of a folk song.
As Sabrina took a seat at the bar, the bartender asked, What can I get you, miss?
A quick reality check reminded her that she was expecting. A Sprite, please,
The bartender was left momentarily speechless.
He thought she was kidding, but he still brought a bottle of Sprite for
Sabrina. Enjoy your drink.
Thank you, Sabrina replied, securing her drink and finding a secluded spot. She settled into her chair, her gaze focused on the singer on the stage, her mind adrift with thoughts.
Join me through the summers song of cicadas, beyond the citys noise.
Your gaze, simply mesmerizing. I fear losing sight of it. Time refused to pause, leaving me in a constant wait for you. I really miss you, in every rainy season. What you choose to discard is what I most yearn to grasp. There wasnt enough time. My story is all about you. How did I find myself entwined in your love? Relinquishing all that I possessed.
Yet, words elude me when expressing my love. My story is all about you
The performers voice wasnt extraordinary, just ordinary. Perhaps due to the small audience, her voice seemed to lose a bit of its Luster.
But for Sabrina, the song stirred something profound. Her eyes welled up and her heart ached with the lyrics.
Years of pent-up emotions chose this moment to break free.
Over a decade, shed observed Tyrones journey from a naive college boy to the influential president of Blakely Group.
He was her target, a beacon in her murky existence, and her singular narrative for the past decade.
Shed crawled from the shadows, muddied and bruised, always striving to reach him.
In their three-year marriage, she had fought to keep it afloat, exhausting her vitality.
He had tried his level best to fulfill his role as a husband. Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join Stay Updated For All Books Updates
But all was a charade in the end.
Time refused to halt, and he moved on to the woman who held his heart.
She alone waited for his return.
In his world, she was never his wife, merely a secret lover
In the past three years, he had visited Galilea annually, but never revealed his marital status.
Galileas words were true. In love, the one who wasnt loved was the outsider.