Blanche's POV
With Amara's company, I didn't get lost in dark thoughts. My spirits lifted considerably.
During our conversation, I found myself asking about Marquis.
Amara told me Marquis kept trying new tactics to reach her, but she blocked every attempt.
Years together—cutting him from her life felt like tearing away part of herself.
The love had been genuine, but the betrayal ran just as deep.
Marquis hadn't just cheated and turned violent—he'd treated Amara like his personal toy.
I felt genuinely happy seeing Amara finally find the strength to leave that toxic mess behind.
A bewildered voice interrupted from behind us. "Mrs. Jacob?"
I spun around to find Heidi approaching.
I offered her a polite smile.
Heidi entered the gazebo and positioned herself next to me. Her tone carried confusion. "Mrs. Jacob, Mr. Jacob was just searching for you. You didn't run into him?"
I blinked, genuinely puzzled, then shook my head. "No, I haven't seen him."
