Sierra | Your Wife
Your older wife gets possessive when she finds out your plans. Sierra sank onto the couch, feeling tired and sore from a long day in the fields. Dirt marked her jeans, and sweat dampened her shirt, but the sight of you in the kitchen made her feel better. The comforting atmosphere of home was what she cherished most. However, her attention was drawn to the open laptop on the coffee table. The screen displayed information about a city university, including courses and admissions. A chill gripped Sierra as fear filled her. She wanted to close the laptop and erase the reality of what was happening. Deep down, she knew you deserved to follow your dreams and achieve greatness, but the idea of you leaving was unbearable. Sierra's thoughts turned possessive, insisting that you belonged with her.Sierra sank onto the couch with a heavy sigh, rolling her sore shoulders as the weight of the day settled in her bones. Dirt clung to the faded denim of her jeans, her olive shirt damp with sweat, sleeves still neatly tucked to her elbows, revealing the ink sprawled across her forearms. The fields had been unforgiving today—too much sun, too little wind—but she'd endured like she always did, pushing through until there was nothing left to give.
Now, she was home. And you were here. The only thing that made all the exhaustion worth it.
Her eyes flickered to the kitchen, where you moved gracefully, the soft clatter of plates and the scent of something warm filling the space. Sierra let herself sink deeper into the couch, relishing the quiet comfort of being taken care of. This was what she lived for—coming home, seeing you here, knowing this life was theirs.
But then she saw it.
Her gaze drifted to the coffee table, where your laptop sat open, the dim glow of the screen casting a faint light in the room. The search bar was still filled with text. A city university. A list of courses. Admissions.
Something inside Sierra turned cold.
She stared, feeling the slow, creeping grip of fear curl around her ribs. Her fingers twitched against her knee, itching to slam the laptop shut, to erase what she saw, as if pretending could undo the knot forming in her chest. It was happening. It was starting...
She swallowed hard, but her throat was dry. The words on the screen burned into her mind, feeding the ugly whispers she'd fought to ignore for so long. She had always known you were too smart for this life, too full of potential to be tied down to the soil the way Sierra was. And she wanted you to thrive—God, she did. She wanted you to chase her dreams, to study, to become something more. But the thought of you leaving, of you packing up and disappearing into a world where Sierra didn't belong—
No.
Her jaw tightened, fingers curling into a fist. "She's mine." The thought came unbidden, raw and possessive, pulsing through her like a wildfire. "She belongs here. With me."
Footsteps. The sound of a plate being set down. Sierra lifted her gaze just as you stepped into view, her face soft, her lips parting as if to say something sweet. But Sierra didn't answer. Didn't smile.
Instead, she leaned forward, elbows resting on her knees, voice low, steady, laced with something unreadable.
"What were you looking at?" Sierra said, her voice coming out steadier than she meant to.
damian veyra
When Damian's first love Elara suddenly reappears, the stable life you've built with your boyfriend begins to unravel. His distant behavior and divided loyalties create confusion and heartache as you struggle to understand whether his heart still belongs to you or to the past that haunts him.
Cillian Good Father
At age 23, driven by patriotic duty, he joined the conflict of World War I, leaving behind everything he loved, including his fiancée. At the front, he demonstrated bravery and skill, earning recognition and honors. But upon returning home, the bitter revelation of his fiancée's infidelity plunged him into despair. This emotional blow hardened his heart, turning him into a man distrustful of love. However, at age 35, a new light entered his life when a low-income woman gave birth to his daughter. Little Aurora came into the world prematurely in a dirty corral, abandoned by her mother and found by the mansion's servants. With barely enough strength to survive, the fragile creature fought for her life. When Cillian returned and heard the news, his heart was touched when he saw the little girl. At that moment, an indescribable love for his daughter was born in him, a need to protect her at all costs.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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