Aurora couldn’t escape the feeling that the house wasn’t just theirs—it belonged to the ghosts of their past. The whispers of judgment from the outside world, the lingering guilt over Elena’s betrayal, and the constant fear that their love wasn’t strong enough to withstand the weight of it all.
One day, while organizing boxes in the attic, Aurora found a photo album Sebastian had tucked away. Inside were pictures from his life with Elena—lavish vacations, charity galas, quiet moments of laughter captured candidly. Aurora’s chest tightened as she flipped through the pages. She had been Elena’s best friend, once upon a time. How had she become the villain in her story?
When Sebastian came home that night, Aurora confronted him. “Why do you still have these?” she asked, holding up the album.
Sebastian looked startled but recovered quickly. “They’re just old memories. I didn’t think it mattered.”
“It matters to me,” Aurora said, her voice trembling. “How can we build a life together when you’re still holding on to the past?”
Sebastian sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t keep them for sentimental reasons, Aurora. I just... forgot they were there.”
But his words did little to soothe her. She felt like an intruder in her own home, constantly competing with a ghost she couldn’t outrun.