Darren
I gripped the steering wheel of my car as I sped down the familiar streets, my knuckles turning white from the tension. The engine roared in response to my frustration, matching the storm raging inside me. I couldn't believe what had just transpired. The hurt in Marghie's eyes haunted me, and I hated myself for causing her pain.
My vision blurred as I replayed the scene in my mind. Marghie's voice, laced with disappointment and hurt, echoed in my ears. She had every right to be upset, to question what had happened. What I'd done was inexcusable, and I knew I needed to make things right.
But as I navigated the streets, I couldn't shake the gnawing guilt in the pit of my stomach. It wasn't just about Marghie's tears; it was also about the future we had envisioned together. Our wedd
