ella
heavy as the clouds, burdened by the weight of an unwanted fate that had befallen me. My name is Isabella, a woman
erced into a marriage that felt like a cold, iron shackle around my heart, I couldn't escape the clutches of the pre
and oblivion. The world anticipated my role as the savior of the Caldwell legacy, expecting me to bear his child, to ensure
elp but meet my own gaze, searching for the fire that once burned within me. The fire that had driven me to dr
terial wealth. But as I looked at the reflection before me, I saw a woman whose dreams were no
of the guests bore into me, scrutinizing my every move, assessing whether I was worthy of this honor. B
in a grand room, adorned with opulent decorations that only served to highlight the emptiness I felt inside. The man I h
ss his face. His features were chiseled and aristocratic, a mask of privilege and power. Yet, I could
as a potential widow, a woman tied to a man who may never wake up. But just as the su
held my breath, anticipation and anxiety intertwining like a tangle of vines. An
ere wa
invaded his space. The words I had dreamed of hearing – words of love
ke this. Never had I anticipated the hollowness that now resided in my che
ed, my voice barely audible
e of indifference. "Wife?" he repeated,
ass. How had it come to this? How had I gone from a woman w
a knife through my heart. "And I have no intention o
ss our marriage as a farce. And yet, I couldn't help but feel a su
ations tied him to me, and he was unable to part ways even if he wished to. I found mys
he unexpect
n on the window, a realization washed over m
preg
and fear. But as I looked at my reflection, a newfound determination flickered in my ey
anew, to build a life where I could be true to myself an
uld never have foreseen. As the storm of change approached, I stood
the secrets hidden within the Caldwell family. As the rain continued to fall outside, I felt the first