I Was Blocked From the Table and Told to “Wait With the Staff”—The Call I Made That Night Ended Everything

to free me. I entered the quiet, dark house, a mausoleum of my failed hopes. The air was thick with the scent of orchids Catherine insisted on changing every three days—a constant floral reminder of her invasion.

I moved through shadows, guided by pale moonlight filtering through immense windows overlooking the garden. Everything screamed their names:continue reading …