The tragedy

I gazed at her with immense pride, as she stood there, a famous vlogger who had accomplished her lifelong dream. My wife, the love of my life, had millions of subscribers and an abundance of wealth. "Let's grab a bite muna mga beshy. Gosh, I am starving!" She chirped, her enthusiasm contagious. I smiled, in awe of her humility. Despite her riches, she still savored simple pleasures like fishballs and street food. Expensive restaurants were a rarity for her. Her down-to-earth nature differentiated her from the rest, and that's why I loved her even more. I observed her from a distance, engrossed in her vlogging. The streets served as her backdrop, and I kept a watchful eye over her, ensuring her safety until she reached home. "See you in the next vlog!" I straightened up at the sound of her voice. It seemed she had finished recording. Collecting her belongings, she paid for her meal and began her journey back home. I followed silently, ensuring she arrived safely. The magnificent mansion before us stood as a testament to our joint vision, our dream home materialized. She glanced up at the mansion, letting out a sigh. "If only you could see how successful I am now, Lee. I have it all—the dream job, wealth, and this house. But it feels useless without you." Her voice quivered with sadness. I held her tightly, conveying my presence beside her. "I miss you so much, Lee," she sobbed. I smiled, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. In that moment, I knew she could feel my love. Deep within, I felt immense pride in her accomplishments. She had brought our dreams to life and remained devoted, even in my physical absence. Her unwavering love continued to shape my spirit, and together, we triumphed.