The persistent rain had cast a gloomy pall over the city, and the melancholy atmosphere seeped into my very soul as I stared out of the window, tracing the streams of water as they raced one another down the glass. The events of the past few weeks had left me feeling adrift.
That afternoon, I was caught in the relentless cycle of Bruce's manipulation. My phone buzzed repeatedly with calls from anonymous numbers. I had grown accustomed to ignoring them, knowing that responding only fueled his perverse satisfaction.
The darkness of Bruce's actions weighed heavily on my shoulders, and as I prepared to leave for the law firm, I chose attire that would make me blend into the background, less noticeable to the prying eyes of my fellow employees. It was a sad reflection of my life now—a shadowy
