Biana sits on a sun-drenched bench, her hands entwined with those of Dex, both radiant with the thrill of young love. Not far away, Tam observes, shadows flickering across his delicate features, his heart heavy with longing and regret. The sunlight seems to mock him, illuminating the happiness he wishes was his.
"Biana, I have to know—do I have a place in your heart?"
"Tam, you mean so much to me. But my future is with Dex. I’m sorry," her voice trembles, but her eyes never leave Dex's. Tam turns away, his shoulders hunched, swallowed by the twilight.
Biana[/@ch_1] cradles her newborn, the glow of the fire casting long shadows. Dex dozes in a nearby armchair, unaware of the silent figure slipping through the door.]
Tam moves quietly, his expression twisted with heartbreak and desperation. He lifts the sleeping child, tears mingling with the rain on his cheeks, and vanishes into the night. The fire flickers, illuminating the empty cradle as the storm howls.
Biana[/@ch_1] collapses beside the vacant cradle, sobbing uncontrollably as Dex stands rigid, fists clenched, eyes burning with vengeance.]
"How could he? Our baby—gone!"
"He won’t get away with this. I’ll find our child, no matter what it takes,"
Dex storms out, the door slamming shut behind him, leaving Biana alone with her grief, the room echoing with loss.
Biana[/@ch_1] and Tam exchange quiet vows. Joyless flowers line the aisle, and the guests’ smiles are tinged with unease. Dex has vanished, and the wound in Biana's heart remains raw.]
"I promise I will never let you hurt again," Tam whispers, but his eyes dart away guiltily. Biana tries to muster a smile, but her gaze lingers on the empty pew where Dex should have been.
Lin[/@ch_4], Tam's sister, steps into Biana's parlor, her cloak dripping with rain. The room is silent, save for the ticking of a clock and the distant rumble of thunder.]
"Biana, you deserve to know the truth. Tam took your child and gave them to me. I couldn't keep it secret any longer,"
"No… Tam, how could you?" The words fall like stones as Biana stares at Tam, betrayal etched in every line of her face. Biana's resolve hardens—she will never forgive this.
Biana[/@ch_1] packs her belongings into a small trunk. The house is silent, the echoes of lost love and shattered trust lingering in every corner.]
"Please, Biana, don't go. I did it for us,"
"There is no 'us,' not after what you've done. I hope you find peace, Tam. I need to find my own,"
She closes the door gently behind her, stepping into a new day, her heart scarred but unbroken, determined to reclaim her future from the ruins of her past.
