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.

to see her once. She had

went on a sea voyage, and she waited alone by the shore, yearning

that very moment, she encountered a group of drunkards. After tormenting her, they pressed her into the sea until she

Island was a lawless place, where the local thugs held sway. I always warned her never to leave the house at night, and she

single time… It wasn’t that she

I dare not to think about it. She can’t speak, she can’t hear anything, and she can’t even shout for help! “That day… how desperate and frightened

At that moment, his emotions crumbled completely, and an indescribable sorrow consumed him, tears cascading down his face. A true man does not easily shed

remorse was deeply entrenched in the heart of a brother, an indelible scar that

Nights”, formed nothing more than a brief tale, an unfinished narrative left by

lead to… her demise? Wingfield was not to blame, nor was his sister. The true

shouldn’t burden himself excessively,

words to

had ever mentioned the sea in his presence, let alone suggesting walking by the beach. Zayla was the first person to