The Looming Threat

After days of unrelenting gloom, the relentless downpour that had been pounding day and night finally relented. The beautiful eyes swept across the surroundings, surveying the weather until they were certain. Then, the slender hands released the curtains, allowing the glass to remain closed as before. The young woman turned back to her faithful companion.

"Oh no, Snow," her beloved feline companion tilted its head inquisitively.

"The rain persists outside," the young woman lamented, sinking down beside the fluffy Munchkin cat. 

Her slender fingers gently stroked its head, seeking forgiveness for the deception.

She understood that her little adventurer detested confinement, but the current circumstances prevented her from allowing it outdoors.

"Maybe next time, alright?" she said sweetly to the little cat, reaching for the paper on the bed. She quietly picked up the paper and walked out of the bedroom. 

Her destination lay deep within the vast garden, a transparent greenhouse designed to cultivate various types of flowers.

The young woman hurried along the meandering path, her gaze fixed on the destination that lay ahead before she reached the place about to turn into a memory, With trembling hands, she pushed open the door, Her lips quivered slightly due to the cold, the cause of it was the wind blowing stronger. Drops of water on the leaves, after the rain, made her hair and clothes wet all over.

Thin hand pushes open the door with trembling hands. lips quivering from because of the cold air. The cause stems from the strong gusts of wind, water droplets on leaves after the rain drenching my hair and clothing.

But that didn't make the woman turn back. 

Her stepped slowly inside, with a tight grip on the paper in her hand. 

This place is not just a sanctuary for rest when she feels weary, but also a refuge from the chaos and a haven from the miscreants who dwell in the mansion, a breeding ground for the indolent.

They put on a facade of goodness, pretending to be noble and honorable when they are thing but fakes.

Her countenance was impassive, revealing no hint of feeling as she briskly strode towards the interior, finally coming to a halt before a cluster of blooming flowers. another emblem of love.

She prizes what he gave her.

"Can you come back soon!"

the young woman softly speaks, a wave of longing washing over her, constricting her chest, as she gazes at the photo of the loved one cuddling another woman. Before simmering anger slowly creeps in, causing her to bite her lip with resentment.

"People with bad habits shamelessly slander others!"

Dirty-minded! His bullying others hoping to destroy the relationship. 

Will ever realize how futile it is? For she will never betray the trust he has given, no matter how far apart they are, our hearts are never apart.

After organizing to burn and destroy pictures that hurt feelings She sat down and hugged her knees next to a potted plant, her slender fingers reached out to touch the delicate petals of the red begonia, a gift he had given her two years ago The time he came back to celebrate the New Year. 

It was a short, memorable moment,

We also talked discussed wedding plans after her graduation, fueled by his promise to return to Thailand permanently.

But then her hope faded, Just as her wait neared its end, a crisis struck the main company, the lifeblood of the mansion. Her dreams shattered, her world turned upside down. Stepping out of the luxurious car wasn't the one who'd vowed a swift return. But it was another person that she despised.

Their dream wedding has been indefinitely postponed. The reason? Her fiancé, the man she loves, is the one responsible for the mistake. But I swear I've never rushed still waits, clinging to hope.Those were my thoughts before something happened. Back then she could still contact him, free from the chilling threats of another man.

'Can't you remember? I told you the day you graduated. I promise I'll come back.'