ink Drops On the masks

Author's Note: Welcome to the World of Masks Hello, everyone! The story follows a husband and wife caught in a game of performance upon performance—a battle to see who is the superior actor and who will be the first to drop their mask. I am well aware that many of my readers abandoned the journey at Chapter 6 because it was too emotionally devastating for them. Therefore, I want to say: only the brave and the strong-hearted will be able to endure and witness the toxic beauty that awaits in the chapters ahead. At a Modern Villa - Morning As eras progress and technology becomes more advanced, scientists discover new things that become new hopes for women in the world. This is a morning under the sunlight that has just awakened. A modern villa stands before a garden of purple, pink, and white flowers, planted by the master of the house to show his love for his wife. After finishing breakfast, the couple of four years began walking out of the house together, stopping in front of the car where a driver and an assistant were already waiting to open the door. Rilda Laurent held her husband's briefcase, dressed in an elegant and modest outfit befitting the wife of a famous individual. They walked down the front steps together. "Morning comes so fast; in the blink of an eye, it's already time for my dear husband to go to work again." Her expression gave off the feeling of someone who never wanted to be apart from her husband. One arm clung to his while the other held the bag, refusing to hand it over. Her face did not turn away from him. Vincent Everard, seeing his wife's unhappy eyes, used his hand to gently stroke her hair from behind. He knew how to pour warmth into her heart. "When I arrive at the company, I will call to let you know." He used the strength of his arm to pull her closer, pressing his lips against her forehead for a long time before finally letting go. Such actions had been happening since they married in March, four years ago. The world was envious of how they loved each other, and newspapers constantly published stories of their sweetness every day. The world truly craved a love like theirs. His hand slid down, following the curve of her slender arm before taking the bag from her hand and passing it to the assistant. He turned back, saw her bittersweet face, and toyed with her rounded nose. "I am only going to work. You stay here and do everything you like, whether it's sleeping or counting money." Rilda took his hand and placed it against her cheek. "I'm listening to you... my dear husband." Their eyes locked, shining brightly, before pulling away a second later. Vincent took a step and stopped at the car door; as he was about to enter, he looked at her once more. "Please travel safely, my dear husband." "Yes, my sweet wife." He knew she would say it like a programmed memory; he had to stay to answer her first. Vincent entered the car, and it began to drive away from their marital home. On the Public Road - Inside the Car On the long road lined with modern city buildings, his car window was not closed. His face, which looked as though it had been meticulously carved, was covered in a depth like the bottom of the ocean. There was no scent of the sweetness he had shared with his wife moments ago. "Boss." The assistant sitting in the front seat handed a wet wipe to the man in the back. Vincent looked at the wipe before accepting it. The lips that had kissed her were pressed with the wipe over and over again before he threw it away. The assistant then provided a small spray bottle, as per the routine he always followed. Vincent pressed his thumb on the bottle; the moisture came out like a mist, and he sprayed it from top to bottom, letting it spread throughout the car. He tossed it out the window when it was empty; only now did he feel hygienic again. In Front of the Villa Rilda stood like a statue, staring straight at the car that had vanished from sight. She reached her hands behind her; a second later, the modest dress fell to the ground. Her gentle face seemed to shift character as she turned back, now in a backless dress that cut below her hips, heading toward the hidden pleasures she kept from her husband inside the house. The world hungers deeply for a love life like theirs, so before accepting it, watch what they will do to each other next.