The bittersweet beginning

In the realm of love, the world transforms, colors become more vivid, and life dances to the rhythm of a heartfelt symphony. It's a force that fills you with euphoria, yet its absence can leave a void profound and all-consuming.

For Richmond Watson, this absence was a gaping chasm, his heart aching as he gazed at his wife Anna's name etched on the cold tombstone. The sorrow was palpable, not just in his heavy heart but in the tearful eyes of those who stood behind him, especially his mother. Her tears, silent, spoke of a shared grief, witnessing her son's sadness.

The burial, attended by family, friends, and associates, was a solemn affair. Richmond, standing amidst the mourners, expressed his gratitude. "I'm grateful to all of you for being here," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

The crowd nodded, their presence a silent support, before they slowly dispersed, leaving Richmond with his thoughts.

Approaching his mother, who cradled his infant daughter Audrey, Richmond's eyes were a well of unshed tears. Anna had left them too soon, leaving behind a newborn and a broken husband. "Son, let Audrey stay with me for a while," his mother suggested gently. "Okay, mom. I need some time alone," Richmond replied, his voice laced with melancholy.

He walked towards his car where Harry, his faithful assistant, waited. "Take me to the hospital," he instructed, his voice void of emotion. The drive was a silent journey, each man lost in his thoughts, Harry silently wishing for his boss's healing.

Arriving at the hospital, Richmond swiftly made his way to the VIP ward, with Harry close behind. The corridors were quiet, the air heavy with the scent of antiseptics and the unspoken stories of countless patients.

Entering a private room, Richmond's eyes fell upon the sleeping figure, her forehead and arm wrapped in bandages. It was her - the one he blamed for Anna's death, her best friend. His heart churned with a mix of anger and grief.

How could she rest so peacefully, unaware of the havoc she had wreaked on his life?

His hands clenched into fists, the urge to unleash his fury nearly overwhelming. Yet, he restrained himself, his voice barely a whisper, "I will make sure you pay for killing my wife." The words were a silent vow, a promise of retribution for a loss too great to bear.

In this moment, Richmond's world was a storm of emotions, a mixture of sorrow, anger, and a deep sense of injustice. Love had once been his anchor, but now, in its absence, he was adrift in a sea of grief, seeking a way to navigate these tumultuous waters.