Episode 2

The Blackwood estate was a masterpiece of opulence, but Myra Morante felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness in the grand bedroom she now occupied. The room was filled with exquisite furnishings and lavish decor, yet despite the luxury, Myra felt isolated.

The clock ticked steadily from the nightstand, each second underscoring the solitude that had taken over her wedding night. She sat on the edge of the bed, her white gown a stark contrast to the dark silk sheets. The day’s events—her forced smiles, the ceremonial vows, and the distant applause—seemed like distant echoes.

Myra had anticipated a shared moment with Damien Blackwood, but her expectations were dashed when he left shortly after the reception. He had hurriedly informed her of an urgent business meeting that couldn’t be postponed. “I’m sorry, Myra. This deal is critical. I’ll return as soon as I can,” he said, his tone laced with duty rather than affection.

Left alone, Myra roamed the luxurious room. Her own wealth and independence made her accustomed to high standards and comfort, yet the emptiness of the night felt different. She tried to distract herself with a book, but her mind wandered. The lavish surroundings, which should have offered comfort, only highlighted her isolation.

The moonlight streaming through the window cast a serene glow on the garden below, but it did little to soothe her unease. Myra pondered Damien's priorities. Though she was wealthy in her own right, the stark difference between their lives seemed to widen. Did he view their marriage as just another obligation, or was there a genuine connection beneath the surface?

As the hours stretched on, the silence grew more oppressive. Myra lay in the grand bed, the cold sheets a sharp reminder of the warmth and companionship she longed for. The room’s splendor felt like a gilded cage, and she began to consider how she might declare her own desires and needs within this new chapter of her life.

Myra retreated to her spacious bathroom. The marble countertops gleamed under the soft light as she carefully removed her makeup, she then took a refreshing shower, then did her skincare routine and blow-dried her hair.

She wandered to the walk-in wardrobe. Opening the doors, she was taken aback by the sight. The wardrobe was filled with an array of beautiful clothes, all meticulously organized. Each piece seemed to be selected with her taste in mind—elegant dresses, chic casual wear, and even luxurious nightwear.

Myra ran her fingers over the fabrics, a mix of surprise and curiosity washing over her. She hadn’t expected this level of thoughtfulness. Despite the cold attitude Damien had displayed, this gesture suggested he had taken the time to ensure she was comfortable in her new home

Myra changed into a silk nightgown, the fabric cool and smooth against her skin. She glanced at the clock again—it was nearing midnight.

Feeling slightly more settled, she made her way to the small sitting area near the window, where a tray of light snacks had been thoughtfully left by the staff. Myra picked up a piece of cheese and a few grapes, nibbling absently as she looked out at the moonlit. Finishing her small meal, Myra returned to the bed. She lay down, the weight of the day finally catching up with her. Exhausted, she closed her eyes and soon drifted into a restless sleep.

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