Ever since the revelations came to light, it feels as though the very foundation of my world has been upended.
I spend most of my days in a fog of disbelief, questioning every memory and every word Marion ever spoke to me.
The weight of betrayal is crushing, and I find myself grappling with emotions I never knew I could feel, anger, sorrow, confusion, and a deep sense of loss.
This morning, I woke up with the remnants of last night's tears still staining my pillow.
The soft light filtering through the curtains did little to lift the darkness that had settled over my thoughts. I sat on the edge of my bed, hugging my knees tightly as I tried to make sense of the new information.
Marion's secret about Aria, his one-night stand with Belinda and the revelation that Aria was his daughter, felt like a jagged stone embedded in my chest.
How could I ever trust him again when everything I believed in crumbled before my eyes?