A week had passed since that quiet, life-altering moment when Arnav had vowed to let go of the shadows of his past and seek forgiveness from his mother, Mrs. Chyntia. To Raellyn, his words had been a beacon of hope, a promise that the weight he had carried for so long might finally be lifted. And yet, when the day came. The day her husband asked her to accompany him to meet his mother, her heart refused to rest easy.
The luxury restaurant they stepped into was bathed in soft golden light, each chandelier dripping elegance, each polished surface whispering wealth and refinement. It should have felt warm, welcoming even, but for Raellyn, the atmosphere carried a jarring sense of déjà vu. It was almost exactly like that first meeting, when she had nervously faced her future mother-in-law acr
