tiful, silent wife in a cold, pre-arranged marriage, foolis
anage his life and our opulent home were met w
led heirloom: my grandmother' s cherished cashmere shawl, deliberately rui
ng a humiliating apology for an
nor, enraged by my perceived defiance, wiel
n the phone with his beloved, utterly obliv
hopeful, to believe love could blossom in suc
eful, turned to stone, burni
of unrequited love finally extinguishe
unknown, determined to rise from the ashes of my shattered lif