Ella's body eventually refused to move any further, her chest heaving rapidly. She leaned against a nearby wall, her eyes closed as she inhaled deeply. She buried her face in her hands and wept, her shoulders shaking with the force of her sobs. She didn't know how she would pick up the pieces of her shattered life.
The weight of Sophia's accusations hung heavy on her mind. The word 'mistress' echoed relentlessly in her thoughts, a painful reminder of the choices she had made. Her inner turmoil was unbearable as she grappled with guilt, regret, and self-loathing.
Ella's mind was a tempest of conflicting thoughts. She couldn't reconcile her actions with the person she believed herself to be. The image of herself as 'the other woman' felt foreign and repugnant.
Ella wondered what she would do if Jasper's fiancée appeared in front of her. Could she be able to look her in the eyes? Ella felt she would dissolve into a puddle of shame if they ever met.
