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I heaved a sigh of relief after Rose's departure, although her presence still lingered like an unwelcome ghost haunting the corners of my mind. Memories, both bitter and regretful, flooded back to me, reminding me of a time when I was young, foolish, and vulnerable.

I couldn't help but dwell on the past, on the choices I made and the consequences that followed. Rose St. Dumas, with her alluring charm and captivating presence, had once been a significant figure in my life. She was the mother of Natalia, my ex-fiancée, and a woman whose influence had shaped my formative years in ways I couldn't fully comprehend at the time.

My thoughts then turned to Isabella, my wife, the woman who had stood by me through thick and thin, despite the shadows of my past that loomed over us like dark clouds on the horizon. Isabella was my rock, my anchor in a sea of uncertainty, and I couldn't bear the thought of betraying her trust or jeopardizing our future together.

But Rose's unexpected reap