Hearing the comments—pretended to be murmurings yet loud enough to be heard by everyone—Vera's face twisted with bitterness. Her fists clenched, and her eyes blazed as she took a deep breath to calm her nerves.
For some time now, she thought she had overcome the pain from every jab concerning this incident. But in this moment, she had to admit: she never healed. And she never stopped regretting. Indeed, it's quite pathetic.
Even Trevor, with all his patience, affection, and loyalty, had failed to break down the walls she'd built.
Aaron, her husband on paper but a stranger at heart, had tried to provide her a semblance of stability.
Still, none of it mattered. Because that one goodbye—that final, quiet departure from Davis—had undone everything destiny might have prepared for her. That single step had upended her life.
