Edward’s memory fragment.

Edwards lay in bed, his heart racing, his body drenched in sweat. The echo of her voice, filled with anguish and betrayal, lingered in his mind like a haunting melody. "Why are you treating me this way? You believe your ex and your cousin rather than your wife? I can't do this anymore," she had sobbed, her words like shards of glass cutting into him. The pain in her voice was unmistakable, raw and bleeding, and Edwards knew he had hurt her deeply. Her departure had been final, the door slamming shut with a resounding thud that reverberated through the emptiness she left behind.