Tessa
I walk into Robert's apartment, a bottle of wine in hand. The scent of anticipation hangs in the air as I prepare to share this Sunday evening with him. We exchange smiles, and as I pour the wine, I can't help but feel a spark of excitement. It's a welcome change from the heartbreak that has clouded my recent past.
As we settle on the couch, the conversation flows effortlessly. I share my dreams, my desires, and he listens attentively. There's a genuine connection, a sense of solace in his company. The laughter we share resonates, filling the room with newfound joy.
Deep down, though, beneath the surface of my happiness, lies a simmering desire for revenge. Thoughts of William and Isabella's impending marriage fuel a fire within me. But tonight, in Robert's presence, I choose to f
