I become a SheEO After Dirvorce

Wingfield gazed at Zayla, his demeanor tinged with loneliness and a hint of melancholy, perhaps influenced by alcohol. Zayla nodded in understanding. Wingfield gestured toward a spot nearby.

“She’s over there…”

Zayla followed his gaze to the shimmering sea under the moonlit sky. She felt a slight pang of confusion, but an unsettling premonition gripped her heart. Choosing not to ask further, she simply watched Wingfield in silence. Wingfield mustered a bitter smile and spoke again, his voice laden with sorrow. “She remains forever trapped in the summer when she was thirteen.”

Zayla’s eyes welled up with a touch of sadness. She bit her lip, her delicate eyebrows furrowing in concern.

She didn’t know what words to offer as solace to Wingfield, nor did she know how to divert the conversation… away from this sea of sorrow. She couldn’t either ascertain if this was merely Wingfield’s emotional release prompted by alcohol.

If sharing his pain provided some relief, then perhaps this discussion needed to continue. But she truly didn’t know… what to say. Thus, she quietly observed him, attentively listening to his heartfelt disclosure.

in another city. I promised her that I would return to see her once. She had waited through one thousand and one sunny days. “And that day happened to mark the one thousand and first

voyage, and she waited alone by the shore, yearning for their return and for

very day, at that very moment, she encountered a group of drunkards. After tormenting her,

sway. I always warned her never to leave the house

one occasion, just that single time… It wasn’t that

day, I dare not to think about it. She can’t speak, she can’t hear anything, and she can’t even shout for

indescribable sorrow consumed

ridicule him. This burden of guilt and remorse was deeply entrenched in the heart of a brother, an indelible scar that

brief tale, an unfinished narrative

have fathomed that this anticipation would eventually lead to… her demise? Wingfield was not to blame, nor was his sister. The true culprits were the scoundrels, the beasts

to offer solace, to reassure him that he shouldn’t burden himself excessively, and to convey that

had already spoken these very words to him… “Wingfield.” Zayla gently

appeared taken aback. Over all these years, no one who knew the truth had ever mentioned the sea in his presence, let alone suggesting walking by the beach. Zayla was the first person to do so. Faced with