The husband abandoned his sick wife for his mistress.

Elara reached for the phone and called the one person she trusted unconditionally: her best friend, Marissa. “I need your help,” she said plainly. “I can’t do this alone.”

Marissa didn’t hesitate. “Of course. I’ll take care of everything. You just focus on getting better.”

Tears welled in Elara’s eyes—not from pain, but from gratitude. With Marissa by her side, the road ahead didn’t feel quite so impossible.

When Elara was finally discharged from the hospital, she returned to a house stripped of warmth. Room by room, she wandered, noticing the absence of furniture, valuables—memories.

Caden had taken nearly everything.

On the kitchen counter lay another letter: “Moved in with Liora. This is for the best.”

Anger surged through her, but she pressed it down. She needed that energy for healing.