The room appeared to revolve around her. It was as if the ground beneath her had crumbled, leaving her suspended in a realm of confusion and heartache. The image of Christopher, the man she had loved and cherished, standing so closely with another woman shattered her heart.
It was a surreal moment as if the world had conspired to test the limits of her endurance. The photographs lay on her lap, undeniable evidence of the bond between Christopher and Vivian, an image that contradicted everything she believed and cherished.
She struggled to comprehend how Christopher could have turned his back on their love, how he could forget her so easily. Questions whirled about in her head, mocking her with their unanswerable nature. Had their love been nothing more than a facade? Had she been blind to the truth all along?
