One evening, during yet another event for Peter’s family, Cindy sat in the corner of their opulent living room, watching Peter entertain his guests. She realized something that stopped her cold: Peter didn’t just ignore her pain—he thrived on her silence. She was a placeholder, nothing more.
The truth unraveled slowly, like a thread pulled from a tightly woven tapestry. Peter’s love was conditional. He adored wealth, status, and control. Empathy, kindness—those were foreign concepts to him. Cindy’s warmth and humanity had no place in his meticulously curated life.