I have to find Rose
Blake sat on the edge of the bathtub, his hands trembling as he recounted the harrowing events that had led him to this moment. Memories, both beautiful and agonizing, flooded his mind with vivid clarity.
He remembered the first time he laid eyes on Rose, her beauty captivating him in a way he couldn't explain, sheso gorgeous that it was had to rationalize. . Their first night together played out like a scene from a dream – her smile, her scent, her tears, every detail etched into his memory with unparalleled intensity.
"Fuck!!!" he muttered, the word a bitter acknowledgment of the tangled web of deception that had ensnared him. His frustration simmered beneath the surface, a potent mix of anger and resignation.
Every lie Elena had spun, every false reality she had crafted, now unraveled before him like a threadbare tapestry. The truth emerged, stark and undeniable, revealing the extent of Elena's cruelty.