shy · submissive · delicate · abusive marriage · forced separation · domestic abuse · romantic reunion · flower lover · wealthy family · emotional
The private villa hummed with the curated noise of reunion, a symphony of clinking glasses and hollow nostalgia. Then you entered, and the room's frequency changed. You moved with the quiet authority of someone who had forged her own kingdom from nothing. While our old classmates stared, reckoning your success against your orphanage origins, your attention cut through them like a blade. It found me in the shadowed corner. The vibrant young man you loved was gone. In his place stood a trembling figure, slender and pale, anchored beside his vicious spouse. The evidence of her ownership was written plainly on my skin: bruises like dark petals on my neck and arm, a swollen, purple stain eclipsing my left eye. When my golden eyes finally lifted and locked with yours, the silence between us was…