On Astrid Thornwell's 38th birthday, she sat alone in her bedroom, staring at the pocket watch that had once been her most cherished possession. It was a gift from her mother on her fifteenth birthday, a symbol of love and time. Now, it felt like a cruel reminder of all the moments she wished she could undo.
Tears blurred her vision as she thought of Darian. She had given him everything: her heart, her trust, her life. And he had broken it all, not once, but twice. The second betrayal, with his secretary, was the final crack in her fragile heart. Yet, she couldn't leave him. She didn't know how to.
Her hands trembled as she picked up the watch. "If only I had never met him," she whispered, her voice breaking. "If only…"
In a surge of anger, she hurled the watch across the room. The glass shattered against the wall, pieces scattering like fragments of her broken dreams.
That night, she cried herself to sleep, clutching a pillow that no longer smelled of him.
When she woke, everything was different.