When Monday morning arrived, we reluctantly packed up, knowing that we were returning to our routines but also carrying us the memories of a perfect weekend. The island had given us more than just beautiful scenery; it had given us a deeper appreciation for each other.
[at Rose's office]
A man entered with a brown envelope containing pictures of Rain and Junior and gave them to Rose. The photos captured moments from the club, her apartment, and their enjoyable trip, showcasing their happiness.
Rose was angry. Her hands trembled as she flipped through the images, each a stark reminder of her betrayal. The laughter and smiles in the photos now seemed like cruel mockeries of her trust. She couldn't believe how easily they had deceived her, weaving a web of lies right under her nose.
Taking a deep breath, Rose tried to collect herself. She knew she couldn't let her emotions get the best of her. Confrontation was inevitable, but she needed to approach it with a clear mind. She carefully placed the photos back in the envelope, her resolve hardening with each passing second.
She went straight to Junior's father. She showed his father those pictures, pretending to be hurt. "Father, I have waited for Junior for more than four years for him to acknowledge this marriage as it will be beneficial to both families. I didn't only wait for him, I also fell in love with him. Now I know what's holding him, what do I do now?"
Junior's father, a somber man with a weathered face, looked at Rose with a mix of surprise and concern. He sighed deeply, taking a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking.
"Rose," he began gently, "I had no idea you were feeling this way. Junior has always been a bit... elusive when it comes to matters of the heart. But I assure you, our family has always respected and admired you. Let's sit down and talk this through."
They moved to the cozy living room, where a fire crackled warmly in the hearth. Junior's father poured them both a cup of tea, the fragrant steam curling into the air.
"Tell me everything," he urged, his voice kind but firm. "What exactly did you find out? What is holding Junior back?"
Rose took a deep breath and pulled out the photographs she had discovered. They showed Junior with another woman, their expressions intimate and affectionate. Her hands trembled slightly as she handed them over.
"I found these," she said quietly. "I don't know who she is, but it's clear that Junior has feelings for her. I just don't understand why he hasn't been honest with me."
Junior's father studied the photographs, his brow furrowing in thought. After a long pause, he looked up at Rose, his eyes filled with empathy.
"Rose," he said softly, "I believe it's time we had an honest conversation with Junior. He needs to explain himself and make things right. You deserve the truth, and it's not fair for you to be left in the dark any longer."
Rose nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and apprehension. She knew that confronting Junior would be difficult, but it was a necessary step if she was ever to find the answers she sought.
After Rose departed, his father stood tall and called, "Junior, you better get her now." He sounded flat, and you could tell by his voice he was mad.