In the opulent villa district of Havenbrook, where luxury whispered from every corner, Maria sat with her gaze fixed on a spread of photographs, her expression a storm of contemplation and intensity.
The photos captured Mabel and Cyrus strolling hand in hand through Jasmine Manor, their gestures intimate, and the unmistakable look of love in Cyrus's eyes as he gazed at Mabel, as if the world had faded away.
Clearly, they were a couple lost in the throes of romance.
Maria had known Cyrus for years, yet never had she seen such a joyful and passionate expression on his face, not even when he was with her.
She turned her eyes away, unwilling to let the photos further sour her already turbulent mood.
It was beyond her comprehension that the steadfast and seemingly unshakeable Cyrus could f
