Alison stumbled out of Henry's office, her heart pounding with regret. Each step away from him felt heavier than the last. Her mind replayed the confrontation over and over, Henry's voice echoing in her ears—*"I trusted you, Alison."* She had never felt this lost, torn between the life she had built and the feelings she had for the man she was supposed to betray.
Outside the building, the bustling city seemed indifferent to her turmoil. Alison leaned against the cold stone wall, her breath uneven. She couldn't go back to her apartment—it was too full of reminders of her double life. She needed to be alone.
Walking aimlessly through the streets, she found herself in a quiet park, the faint hum of city life in the background. She sat on a bench, staring at the pond before her, the moonlight casting gentle ripples across its surface. The calm was in stark contrast to the storm within her. How had she let it come to this?
