The Wrong Woman

Sienna found herself pulled forcefully into Daniel's home. With the click of the door, panic surged within her.

Uncertain of what an enraged man might do, she struggled against his grip, desperate to break free. Yet, as a delicate woman, she couldn't match Daniel's strength. He dragged her into the living room, depositing her onto the couch.

Tension gripped her as she cast anxious glances at Daniel, fearing he might rush over in a fit of rage. But instead of erupting, Daniel settled beside her. His demeanor was subdued as he bowed his head, hands cradling his forehead in evident distress.

Silence enveloped them in the bright living room, broken only by the soft rhythm of their breaths.

Outside the window, darkness cloaked the world. The atmosphere inside grew heavy as they sat in quiet contemplation.

Sienna thought that perhaps Daniel was just angry and wanted a reason to spend some time alone with her. He wasn't directing his frustrations at her.

"Daniel, didn't we agree not to get involved with each other anymore?" Sienna's voice, timid yet resolute, pierced the silence.

Daniel sighed, his face covered by his hands. A palpable sense of sorrow emanated from him, reflecting his inner turmoil.

turned to Sienna, his eyes betraying a melancholic undertone. "Sienna, I promised to break up with you, but I've never given up. I've

words laden with sorrow. "That's no longer

and no third parties

fingers intertwined, nails biting into

hers, yet he stopped short

he longed to see her every day, to hold her, and to kiss her, Daniel couldn't justify his desires. He

Although it didn't deliver a fatal blow, it scraped at his heart each day, inflicting

me. Is it my career that

as she lowered her head

"I could change jobs..."

Sienna grew panicky. She lifted her

of my mother or your

looked into Sienna's teary eyes.