My childhood sweetheart 8

My childhood sweetheart 8

Has she shown any emotional distress recently?the officer pressed

Dennis shook his head slowly, his voice raw and uneven. She was calm. Everything seemed normal.” 

At that moment, his assistant stepped forward, speaking in a low voice. Mr. Malcolm, you should look at your wife’s Instagram 

account.” 

Dennis fumbled to unlock his phone, logging in hastily. The most recent post greeted him like a slap to the face

[Five years of dreaming. Time to wake up. The truth is yours to uncover. -Tracy.

Beneath the caption was a video link

His hands trembled as he clicked it open

The screen filled with the image of me, painting. It was a stepbystep chronicle, from the initial pencil sketch to the meticulous 

finishing touches. Each stroke carried the weight of dedication and love

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The version of me in the video smiled softly as I spoke to the camera. This is my fifthanniversary gift for my husband. Dennis Malcolm, thank you for staying by my side.” 

Sadly, that token of love had become the final blow to an already fractured truth

At the end of the video, my voice, steady but unyielding, delivered its verdict

If this marriage was built on lies from the beginning, then I’ll release you from itjust as I free myself.” 

The video ended. Dennis stared at his phone, his fingers trembling uncontrollably

The memory of my last gaze at him surged to the forefront of his mindeyes filled with a stillness he had never truly seen 

before

The scheduled release of the recordings became my parting words, the epitaph to a marriage as hollow as its promises

While the video ignited a storm of public outcry, I sat in the quiet of a small, unfamiliar apartment in a town far removed from the 

world I left behind

There were no echoes of the Willow family here, no shadow of Dennis. Just a modest room with a small balcony overlooking

tranquil street

Under a new name, I began a new lifeone where I no longer tiptoed on the tightrope of love, hoping for validation. The person I had been, starved of affection and caged by empty gestures, was gone

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