Rachel sighed and stepped out of the room, running a hand through her hair as she made her way outside.
The warm evening air greeted her, carrying the scent of chlorine and the faint aroma of grilled food from the barbecue station by the poolside.
It didn't take her long to find Ross—he was in the middle of the pool, surrounded by the rest of his wives, all of them engaged in playful laughter and splashes of water.
A smile naturally formed on her lips as she took in the sight.
The atmosphere was lively and carefree, filled with the sounds of joyous chatter, the occasional squeal from the kids playing at the shallow end, and the deep, hearty laughter of the adults.
It was moments like these that reminded her of how drastically her life had changed.
Just a year ago, she had been living an entirely different life—one of solitude, her days spent in front of a laptop, lost in the fictional worlds she created.