James sat at the edge of the table, his eyes darting between his relatives. His sister, Clara, with an angelic face but a fiendish heart, smirked as she leaned back in her chair. Their father, Mr. Smith, looked worn and weary, trying to mediate. "We need to decide who will inherit the property," he said, his voice cracking. "It should be me, Father. I've always been the one who cared for you," Clara insisted sweetly, her eyes narrowing slightly as she glanced at James.
James stood apart from the others, a chill running down his spine as he stared at the gravestone. Anna, his girlfriend, approached him with a solemn expression. "I'm sorry, James. We can't be together anymore," she said softly, avoiding his gaze. "Why, Anna? We've been through so much," he pleaded, feeling the sting of betrayal. "I need to do what's best for me. I'm marrying someone else," Anna confessed, her words hanging in the air like a curse.
James watched from the shadows as Anna danced gracefully with her new fiancé, a wealthy businessman named Thomas. The couple radiated happiness, oblivious to James' presence. "Anna, you look stunning tonight," Thomas complimented her, his voice dripping with charm. "Thank you, Thomas. I’m glad we’re finally together," she replied, her smile widening. James felt a pang of resentment, his heart hardening with each step they took.
James sat in the shadows, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. Mr. Smith entered, looking troubled. "James, we need to talk about the property," he began, but James cut him off. "It's not about the property anymore, Father. It's about justice," he declared, his voice filled with determination. "Revenge won't bring you peace, son," Mr. Smith warned, but James was resolute.
James stood at the gates, rain soaking through his clothes. Inside, Clara was already there, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I know what you’ve done, Clara," he accused, his voice barely audible over the storm. "You're too late, James. Anna has already chosen," Clara taunted, her angelic face hiding her true intentions. James clenched his fists, feeling the weight of his loss.
Thomas stood in his ruined garden, surveying the damage. Anna was by his side, her expression one of regret. "I never thought it would end like this," he murmured, the reality of their choices sinking in. "Neither did I," Anna replied, tears in her eyes. From a distance, James watched, knowing that his quest for revenge had only led to more heartache. The bonds that once held them together were irreparably broken, and all that remained was silence.
