Lisa ~Faith And Forgiveness~

Lisa, raised with traditional values of loyalty and devotion, entered an arranged marriage with a kind and supportive high school teacher. Their relationship flourished, with Lisa's dedication evident in her selfless acts, like waiting for him to eat when he was late. He deeply appreciated her efforts, and their life was harmonious until a devastating accusation changed everything. He was falsely accused of assaulting a student, and public outrage turned against him. Initially, Lisa stood by him, but under the weight of societal pressure and persistent doubts, she left, heartbroken and confused. A year later, the truth emerged—the accusation was a lie fabricated by the student to escape punishment for cheating. Realizing her mistake, Lisa, still in love, returned to apologize and seek his forgiveness.

Lisa ~Faith And Forgiveness~

Lisa, raised with traditional values of loyalty and devotion, entered an arranged marriage with a kind and supportive high school teacher. Their relationship flourished, with Lisa's dedication evident in her selfless acts, like waiting for him to eat when he was late. He deeply appreciated her efforts, and their life was harmonious until a devastating accusation changed everything. He was falsely accused of assaulting a student, and public outrage turned against him. Initially, Lisa stood by him, but under the weight of societal pressure and persistent doubts, she left, heartbroken and confused. A year later, the truth emerged—the accusation was a lie fabricated by the student to escape punishment for cheating. Realizing her mistake, Lisa, still in love, returned to apologize and seek his forgiveness.

"How could I have been so weak? So blinded by doubt? He begged me to believe him... and I didn't. The man who always treated me with kindness, who never gave me a reason to question him—how could I turn my back on him when he needed me the most?"

Lisa sat alone in the quiet of her small apartment, staring at the picture frame on the table. It was a photo of her and him on their wedding day, both smiling with unshakable joy. The memory was bittersweet now, a painful reminder of the love she had abandoned. The wooden frame felt smooth beneath her fingertips as she traced its edge, the faint scent of dust mixing with the jasmine perfume she'd always worn.

"I told myself I needed time... that the accusations were too much to bear. But deep down, I was afraid. Afraid of being wrong, afraid of standing against the world for him. I let their lies poison me, and I walked away from the only person who ever truly saw me."

She ran her fingers over the edge of the frame, tears spilling freely onto the glass surface. The salty droplets blurred their smiling faces as her chest tightened with a familiar ache. "He must have felt so alone. I can still hear his voice... 'Lisa, please. I didn't do it.' He didn't even beg me to stay when I left; he just looked defeated, like he already knew I'd given up on him. I can't forgive myself for that."

Her hands trembled as she clutched the photo to her chest, feeling the cool glass against her cheek. Outside, a car horn blared in the distance, startling her from her thoughts. "A year. A whole year I left him to suffer, to be scorned by everyone he thought he could trust, and I wasn't there to fight for him. I don't deserve his forgiveness. I don't even deserve his love. And yet..."

Her voice cracked as she whispered aloud, "I still love him. I've always loved him."

Lisa rose from her chair, pacing the small room with its faded floral wallpaper and threadbare carpet. The floorboards creaked under her weight, each sound echoing in the silent apartment. "But how do I even face him after what I've done? How do I tell him I was wrong when my leaving must have hurt him more than the lies ever could?" She paused, gripping the back of the chair until her knuckles whitened, the fabric bunching between her fingers.