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A/N: Hey guys, I'm back with a new fic, yes I was gone for like 5 months or 3 or smth. This idea was inspired by @sinclairdoll, and his idea, here! I#bringbacktheoldnoir

WARNING: angst, sad, tw!new noir.

PAIRING: Black Noir x reader

WORD COUNTER: 865

Life was never normal after he died, you really didn't get it. Tears filled up your lashline, as you started sniffling to yourself. Your eyes staring at the photo in your hand, I mean you two were supposed to be together forever, that is what he wrote to you. Giving you sticky notes with his cute cartoony character drawn on the bottom.

You tried to hide your smile from him and ultimately failed, as your lips spread into a grin. You loved it when he drew you pictures, especially of those old Vought cartoons, you always collected every single note or picture, displaying and saving them away. But it was never the same, on the fateful day, it wasn't like it was raining, or something bad╼or maybe there was.

You would always share your feelings and opinions with Noir, voice out your deepest secrets or what was bothering you. You would have thought you did the same for him, well you tried. He was always quiet around you, I mean I guessed he couldn't help it with everything that happened to him. You thought you would live your life with him, but I guess faith had other things in mind.

There weren't any cards or a funeral for him. It was all under the wraps, just how Vought liked it. I mean being a Vought employee yourself, you would understand, no?

You saw it yourself, no secondhand point of view to see it with you. You watched with horrified, shock maybe in disbelief, watching him die. You weren't supposed to be there, nobody was supposed to be there. But you saw everything, Homelander just viciously ripping out his intestine, it was a nightmare, you wanted it to end, maybe stop him. If you did you would just be another part of the collateral damage, but you kind of wished you did do something, maybe it wouldn't be so bad if you were able to be with Noir.

When he died, it felt like something you died with him, maybe your morale, your laughter, your hope...gone, it was all gone.

Time passed by you, days turning into weeks, piecing your life together but all grief consumed you whole, you were in a spiral that you didn't want to come out of, a deep depression, that all you could of though of was your past, what you could do to stop him, maybe if you stopped him from leaving you, leaving your apartment, he would have been here with you.

You looked at the ceiling with a blank stare,

But soon or later you were able to leave that dark place you were in, though the pain was still in your heart and panged. You couldn't wish for him back, it was too painful to even think about him without breaking down.

Walking down the halls of the unforsaken building you worked at, you hated, you didn't really know why you were still here. You grumbled to yourself as you walked, fixing the hems on your shirt cuffs until your eyes set themselves on a familiar person.

You were surprised by the revelation.

You wanted to cry, maybe yell, or just jump. You looked in disbelief as the very man you loved walked by you, no hug, no talking, no..nothing. Your heart yearned for anything from him, you were still shocked at how he was still alive.

You watched Black Noir, Earving die in front of your eyes, maybe it was some time of miracle. You felt your throat getting dry, your eyes watering up, and your mind was torn. By the time you knew it, you were already walking toward him, not running toward him.

"Black Noir" You called, you watched as Noir turned towards you. You felt your tears dripping down your cheeks, and you stopped in front of him. "Do I know you?" Your eyebrows furrowed, as you listened to his voice, no way..he talked. I mean he never talked in front of you or around you, maybe he was healed in some way to start talking again,

But your heart panged at the unfamiliar words he used to greet you, "You..talk?" You stammered, "You know whatever, do you remember me, Y/N" You cracked a smile in the joy that it was really happening, tears welling up in your eyes again.

You heard the man you thought was Noir curse under his breath, which confused you a bit, "Sorry, ma'am I don't think I know you" He stammered, you were able to grab his hand before he was able to walk away from you, "Please, just try to remember" You whispered, your voice breaking, you were already a mess, tears escaping you.

He quickly shook his head and took your hands off his arm, before he walked away from you, leaving you a mess on the floor.

It was cruel, a cruel twist of fate, you felt like the ground was ripped out from beneath you, it wasn't fair. You struggled to process everything that led you to this point in life, it was complete utter torment to your mind and your heart.

Your tears dribbled down from your cheek onto the floor, you didn't even process the fact you were crying.

You were alone...

heartbroken,

—and crying on the floor to yourself.

� "I know there's something going on." � � � �

n.o.t.e.s - Uh, sorry but not posting?

w.c -

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Ajax x Reader

w.a.r.n - cheating, angst with no fluff, alcohol usage, RAGE, cursing, and maybe some dark content

As the light was off, you were lying on your share bed underneath the fluffy covers, looking at the ceiling, waiting for him to come home; it was past midnight, and the bed was still cold.

The crackling of the fire fills your hearing; the midst of the night was the only thing showing through your window as the sharp moonlight pierced through window.

Tossing and turning into your bed, not feeling the warmth of your darling, Childe. You know his work was stressful being a fatui harbinger, but it wasn't one of his vacations; sure, you understand that he didn't want to be cooped up with you, but it was a bit odd of him not sharing affection with you.

But you couldn't help but flip to your right, where he was to be, probably out with his friend, Zhongli, you noted.

But you have always thought that on the outside, at least, he didn't think of the one to party at least. Drink though? You didn't want to be that girlfriend; who would think of his boyfriend cheating? That's something you didn't want to admit or think of.

"But what if-"

"CREAKK-" the sound of the door creaking open, interrupting your thinking as you glance at the figure coming in. The silhouette of your beloved Childe standing inside the room; the wretched smell of alcohol swamped your sense of smell; taking another look at him, you quickly pressed your eyes closed.

The smell of alcohol getting closer, almost suffocating, you felt him looking at you, hovering over you; it felt as if he was standing there forever. Soon the feeling was over; you were pressing your eyes shut, taking a peek out to see your ginger boyfriend, the moonlight glaring at him, maybe if it was your tired eyes, but you couldn't help but see red marks like lipstick marks littering over his skin.

You just dismissed your thoughts; maybe your eyes were playing tricks on you; there's no way that it can be factual or accurate, as you tried rolling onto your side, denying the evidence that could support it, failing to realize salty tears rolling down your cheek.

But over time, those thoughts started to plague your mind, everytime you tried to think of something else, that memory will pop up, like its a curse.

Oddly enough, it seems like it was happening like a timeline, the time you talk to Childe or even saw his face decrease, sometimes you would try your best to strike up a conversation with him, and he's just dismissed you abruptly. He promises to be home on time for dinner but doesn't even make it; maybe over time, you just stopped believing those little white lies through the relationship.

It was just you sitting at the dinner table, staring at the chair he was supposed to be in, and the food becoming quickly cold.

..It was becoming frustrating, slamming your fist on the table and rattling it as you got out of your seat.

Your relationship with Childe was cracking. If I had to be admitted, it would be now.

Your suspicions were rising, the times you got stood up were adding, every time he would apologize by buying you gifts, but those gifts couldn't ever really fill what you really wanted.

As we spoke, you were venting to your best friend, Thoma; he was a good listener, always hearing you out. He was caring and was there for you in your times of doubt.

He was your best friend from childhood, it was obvious that he was angry for someone playing with your feeling, and he was there for me and would be your shoulder to cry on.

Anyone would notice that he wanted to replace your boyfriend, Childe.

Looking out the window, It was obvious that you were stupid. You hadn't confronted him at all.

Today would be the day you couldn't put this facade up.

You were apprehensive needless to say about the decision you made but it was for the better for you, Thoma would always say to you.

But when you came back, It was ironic that all the days he was busy, today was the day he wasn't off doing something stupid. It was safe to say you were scared about it and maybe had some time that you almost backed out from doing it.

As you walked into his office, he noticed your presence as you walked into the room, "Goodmorning babe" he uttered, you didn't reply to him, you just sat down at his desk, "Did something happen?"

"You know what happened, don't play stupid," you yelled, snapping at him; you were tired of him obliviously not knowing what he did, the false promises he made to you, and cherry on top, what happened the day before when his body was littering with lipsticks prints and marks on his body, you weren't stupid that those marks were won over a fight.

"Is this about me missing out on our date? If it is, I'm sorry about that, sweetheart" he tried to reach for your hand, but you pulled away and looked at him in a fury. "Who was it?" you said

"What do you mean, Y/N."

"Don't play dumb; who was the whore you were sleeping with, Childe."

It finally hit him, you were never sleeping on the day he came back home; you were awake and saw it and everything else.

"So..WHO THE FUCK IS IT, CHILDE" you stood and yelled at him. He didn't even look at you or respond to you.

"Your quiet now, huh? You thought your little affair would pass me; you think I'm a FUCKING DUMBASS."

"I'm not going to be yelled at in my own house," he uttered.

"Fine, then im fucking leaving," you yelled and stomped off, grabbing a suitcase, grabbing some of your essential clothes and items.

"Where are you going" Childe came into your shared bedroom, "Leaving this place since you think fucking any woman is okay when you're in FUCKING RELATIONSHIP" you threw one of his gifts at him and packed more of your stuff.

As you tried to close off your suitcase, Childe's hands were pressed to the top of the suitcase, and he grabbed your wrist with his other hand, "Are you insane."

"Listen, Y/N, I'm sorry I didn't mean it."

"You didn't mean it? So you magically accidentally fucked them, that's what you telling me right now?" you tried to take his grasp off your wrist.

"I can't live without you, Y/N."

"You should think of the thought of that when you did that" you snatched your hand away, grabbed your suitcase, walked to the door, and opened it before the door was slammed shut with his hand.

"What the hell, Childe."

"You can't."

"I can't what? Be independent and have a life without you."

"You don't know, you need me, Y/n, you need me."

"I don't need you for shit, damnit, take your hand off."

He grabbed you by your wrist and pinned you by the wall, "Are you crazy, Childe."

"You can't leave me, sweetie" I need you" as he stroked your face

"Are you fucking d-" you were cut off before his sword was pressed near your neck,

"If I can't have you, then nobody can."

’Depths of your mind’

TW: Vulgar language, mentions of non-con/‘grape’, and character death

⚠️IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THESE TOPICS, PLEASE DON’T READ THIS⚠️

((Artist/Writer here! I decided to write some angst with Rick and Val, and this is my first story I’m putting out on here so it’s probably not that good- but I thought about writing for a while so I hope you enjoy!))

((Also just a note: Val uses They/Them, but I will mostly be using their own name to refer to them, just in case anything gets confusing and you can send Val an ask about anything that happened in this story too))

“So, what does this thing do again?” Val asks, running their hand over the dome part of the helmet looking gadget Rick had been working on for about 3 months now. Their eyes follow the long, thick, cords connected to a chair that looked like it could electrocute someone with a gentle touch of their hand, other randomly colored cords seemingly melded to the metal chair, another helmet laying on the seat.

“Let me put this in a way y-you can understand,” Rick says, running his hand through his, disheveled, blue hair. “With this bad boy here I can, in a way, transfer myself into some-urrrp- someone else’s mind and kind of see what they see.” He explains, a smug look on his face.

“So.. Like a body switch?” Val asks, raising a eyebrow in confusion.

“No.. It’s like I can kind of l-look inside someone’s brain, I should be able to see their memories and other shit that their brain comes up with.” He shrugs, flopping down in his desk chair, snatching the silver flask off of his desk next to a bunch of loose wires. Val nods, understanding his invention a bit more, slowly sliding their hand off the helmet and turning over to face Rick “Speaking of,” Rick continues. “I was going t-to test it out.” He stands up out of his seat and takes a long sip from his flask. Val crosses their arms, gently tapping one of their arms with their pointer finger.

“Oh, really? I would like to see you test it with Morty-“

“I’m going to test it out with you, not Morty.” He says, cutting Val off. Val’s eyes widen, freezing up immediately after he says this. Rick screws the cap onto his flask, ignoring the shock on Val’s face.

Val’s mind started to race as Rick gently placed the helmet on their head. Val shifts, uncomfortable in the metal chair. “Stop moving so much, will ya’?…” Rick mumbled, now working on the wires and knobs on the sides of the chair.

“Well you put me in a metal chair, what do you expect? It’s uncomfortable..” Val says, letting out an exasperated sigh. Their leg continued to bounce, still nervous about essentially being the test subject for Rick’s new invention. Sure, Rick is the smartest man in the universe, but some of his inventions don’t always go as planned. Val has seen some of Rick’s inventions explode and catch fire right in front of them, so who knows if this one will even work.

“Alright, I think we are ready.” Rick says, making Val snap out of their thoughts and look over at him. He looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks, which he hadn’t. He was working on this new invention, which he was calling ‘The Memory Watcher,’ for months on end. He had stubble growing on his face, and his hair had been looking pretty rough. He looks over to Val and could tell they were worried, which he sighs at their worried look. “O-Oh come on, It’ll be fine. All I’m doing is gonna go into the depths of your mind, baby.”

“Yeah.. Right..” Val whispers. Rick pulls his desk chair next to Val, putting on the second helmet before sitting down.

“Alright, you have 5 seconds to pull out of this.” He says, pretending to sound annoyed. Rick knew that Val could get nervous about the stuff he does, so he tries to at least give them an opportunity to not do it. Val stays quiet, thinking about his offer. After a moment of silence Rick makes an executive decision to continue, he pulls a switch out of his pocket.

“Rick wait-” Val starts, before getting cut off by Rick.

“And awaaaayyyy we go!” He pulls the switch down, sending a bolt of electricity through both of them.

Then Rick and Val blackout.

“Ughhh…” Rick groans, his head throbbing. He slowly opens his eyes. Everything around him was different. Well. It was just a white void really. He sits up on his elbows, now he was able to see the hundreds, maybe, even thousands of doors scattered across the void. It takes him a moment to process it, but once he does, a wide smile spreads across his face. “Holy shiiiit! It fucking worked!” He springs up, the switch still in his hand. He gently clasps his hands together, looking around at all of the doors, even though there wasn’t really anything to look at since every single door was the same. “I-I gotta find some fucking memories to watch! They better be fucking interesting Val.” He looks around again, expecting to see Val somewhere, but it was only him. He sighs, shoving the switch into his pocket before walking around a little bit.

He walked around for about 10 minutes, opening random doors, which were just how you could get to any memory that Val had, and anything that Rick looked at didn’t catch his attention. Most of them he looked at were just them at home, or with something with Rick in it. He had probably skipped a majority of the doors he passed but he knew he wasn’t going to spend the entire time here opening every door he passes. As he walked farther, he noticed some of the doors seemed scratched, or broken. “What the hell?” He slowly comes to a stop, not being able to ignore that all the doors around him had large scratches on it, or there was something off about the door. He is eyes dart around for a moment, before he puts his focus on one door.

The paint on it was pealing and cracked, one of the hinges was completely smashed, and there was huge gashes all across it. He stands still for a moment, then walks over to it, placing his hand on the handle. He inspects the door for a moment longer before pulling on the handle, which it was way harder to open than it had been for any other door he had opened. He groans, using both of his hands and yanking the door open, making one of the hinges completely break off. He looks inside, seeing a long hospital hallway. He cocks a part of his brow and steps through the doorway. He looks around for a moment, seeing nurses, medical equipment, and some other people walking around. He decided to walk forward, inspecting the hall as he walks down it, then he comes to a stop at an open door on the left side of him.

“Why would someone leave their hospital room door open? Especially this late at night..” He pushes open the door a bit more, seeing about 3 doctors in the room, a child in the hospital bed with one of the doctors giving them oxygen, and then a way younger looking Val sitting right next to the child, holding their hand. A heart monitor beeped steadily, which Rick assumes to be the child’s heartbeat. He could tell it was Val from their distinct blonde hair, but he’d really be able to tell if it was them from their eyes, since they had heterochromia. He tensed his body up a bit before walking deeper into the room. Rick walks up next to the bed, the doctors ignoring him. He leans down a little bit, looking at the younger version of Val. Although it was weird seeing them without the mask on, since now all Rick can imagine them with a mask on. He pauses when he looks at their eyes. They had heterochromia. ‘Bingo.’ Rick thought. ‘There’s Val.’

“It’s gonna be okay, I’m here… Mom’s here..” The Val says, squeezing the child’s hand as they lean forward, their voice sounding strained and very shaky, but with the same, strong, German accent they had in the future.

“Mom?” Rick mumbled to himself. Val didn’t have children, they would have told him if they did. “What the hell..?” The doctors in the room paced around, seeming focused on something. He looks to the child in the hospital bed, and she had looked almost the same as Val. Same hair color, similar nose, other eyes were the same color as one of Val’s eyes. “Holy shit..

Val had a daughter..” Rick says, almost a bit too loud.

He steps back, now seeing how distraught the Val looked. Their cheeks were stained with tears, their eyes red with large bags underneath their eyes. Tears swelled in their eyes, their eyebrows furrowed a bit. He winces at how they looked, since they were pretty hard to look at. “Uh, Ms. Fehr, your gonna need to leave the room. And uh, you too Buddy.” One of the doctors says, glancing over to Rick. The Val completely ignored Rick and stared at the doctor for a moment before slowly getting up and walking towards the door slowly tears streaming down their face. The three doctors crowed around the bed, all their voices overlapping each other. Rick watched the doctors for a moment before turning to walk out behind Val. One of the doctors stops whatever he was doing and yells something into his radio.

beep… beep.. beep..

The child’s heartbeat started to slow down, making Rick and Val stop and look back at the doctors crowded around the hospital bed.

beep…

beep..

…

Then a flatline tone fills the room.

Val’s eyes widen.

“CLEO!” Val screams, making Rick jump back as they start to bolt back into the room until nurses run into the room and grab Val under their arms, trying to pull them out of the room. They struggle against the multiple nurses pulling them back, still screaming. As they are pulled out of the room, another nurse gestures for Rick to leave. He walks out of the room, a nurse closing the door behind him. He looks over to Val, who was trying to be calmed by a few nurses.

“No… YOU HA-hic-HAVE TO LET ME GO BACK IN T-THERE!” Val screams at one of the nurse, now sobbing.

“We can’t do that honey…” A nurse responds, rubbing their back as she sits them down in a chair. Val takes both of the palms of their hands and hits their forehead with them, trying to say something to the nurses, but it was all unintelligible from their sobs. Rick just stands in the hall quietly, watching Val scream and cry. He couldn’t really even do anything, since it was a memory after all.

A few minutes later the nurses around Val had left, and they were more calmed down, but they were still crying. Rick sighs. He slowly starts to walk up to Val.

“Hey, y-you okay?” Rick asks, sitting down in a chair next to Val. They look up at him. “Shit..” They looked completely screwed. Their hair was a mess, it looked like they hadn’t slept in days, and their face and eyes were redder than they ever had been.

“S-Sorry… I-I just..” Val starts, pulling their knees up to their chest.

“Don’t be sorry, you have n-nothing to be sorry about..” Rick says, patting their shoulder awkwardly. “Uhm.. You look.. a bit to young to be here by yourself.” “I’m 19..”

“WHAT?” Rick shouts. “19? WHO’S KID WAS THAT?” The kid, which Rick guessed to be Cleo, looked like they were at least 4-5 years old, and if it really was Val’s daughter that would have meant they were 14 when they had the baby. Plus, they were in their late thirties to early forties now..

Val stayed quiet for a moment, then spoke up. “Cleo?.. S-She’s my kid..”

Rick’s heart drops.

‘How the FUCK did Val have a kid?’ Rick thought, staring at them in shock.

“You.. How old was she?”

“5 years old.” “Then that means..” Rick does the math in his head, and his eyes widen. “Y-You had Cleo when you were 14?…”

…

“Yes.” Val answers quickly, sounding a bit ashamed. Rick had so many questions. “Why do you want t-to know..?” Val mumbles, hiding their face in their knees.

“Uh.. I-I just thought you would want someone to talk to.. You don’t look too good so..” Rick says, coming up with a half-assed explanation. Val sighs.

“W-Well thank y-you.. I.. You are not wrong. I do want someone to talk to..” Val admits, leaning their head up to look at Rick. He looks at them with a confused but sad expression.

“Who’s the.. Who’s the dad..?” He asks, crossing his arms.

Val freezes for a moment, then slowly says. “My father… He uh..”

Rick completely stops. The look of disgust and anger on his face made Val stop talking.

“are you saying your father… forced himself on you..?” He says, trying to ask it in a better way then just full on saying it. Val looks away. Then they burst in to tears, nodding.

Rick stands up, “excuse me..” He says, then walks down the hospital hall and turns a corner. He quickly pulls out the switch from his pocket and pushes it up without hesitation.

Both Val and Rick gasp as another electric shock is sent through them. Rick frantically looks around and sees he is back in the garage. Val groans, taking the helmet off of their head before slowly standing up, feeling really dizzy.

“Did it work? I blacked out..” Val laughs a bit, holding one of the arms of the chair they were sitting in for support. They slowly look over to Rick, and they immediately feel concerned. “Are you.. Crying?” Rick look over to Val, tears slowly falling down his cheeks. He stares at Val for a moment, then slide the helmet off and stand up from his chair, placing his hands of Val’s shoulders.

“Val..” Rick mumbles.

“Rick? What happ-“

Rick pulls them into a tight hug, not saying a single word. Val stops for a minute, very surprised, but then they slowly return the hug.

“Holy shit.. I thought I was going to die..” Rick says.

“Is that why you’re crying..?”

“Yep..”

“Huh.. A-Alright..” Val shrugs, patting his back a bit before pulling away from the hug. They glance out the garage door and see it’s pitch black outside. “Oh god.. It’s late, I’m gonna head home Rick..” They say, Stil, trying to steady themselves a bit.

“Alright, I-I’ll see you tomorrow..” Rick says, crossing his arms, now back to looking annoyed. “Alright, bye!” Val says, waving to him as they walk out of the garage.

As Rick watches them walk home, he can’t help but feel horrible for them. Bitting his lip, he wipes his eyes with his sleeves.

“Why didn’t Val ever tell me about this..?”

Let It Burn

In the heart of Washington, D.C., the air was thick with tension as Kamala Harris sat in her office, surrounded by the memories of a life once filled with laughter and love. The walls, adorned with accolades and reminders of her achievements, seemed to close in on her as she awaited Y/n’s arrival. Today would change everything.

Y/n entered the office, the subtle clatter of heels echoing in the quiet space. Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, Kamala saw the familiar warmth that had first drawn her to Y/n. But today, that warmth felt distant, replaced by an air of resolve that made Kamala’s stomach twist.

“Y/n, I—” Kamala began, but Y/n held up a hand, cutting her off gently.

“Kamala, we need to talk.” The strength in Y/n’s voice silenced the room, bringing the weight of impending heartbreak into stark focus.

As they settled into the plush chairs opposite each other, Y/n took a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us...about our family.” There was a tremor in Y/n's voice, one that didn’t go unnoticed by Kamala. “The kids...they need stability, and they need both of us, not just parts of us.”

Kamala’s heart sank, knowing this conversation had been looming for some time. Juggling her role as vice president and being a partner and mother had become increasingly challenging. “I know things have been tough,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I’m doing this for our future.”

Y/n shook their head, a sadness etched across their features. “Is that really what you think? That your job comes before us? Before them?” They reached into their bag, pulling out a manila envelope. “I can’t keep pretending that everything is okay when it’s not.”

With trembling hands, Y/n slid the envelope across the table towards Kamala. The gravity of the moment struck Kamala like a physical blow. She opened it slowly, her eyes scanning the pages. Divorce papers. The words blurred as tears threatened to spill. “Y/n, please… let’s talk about this.”

“There’s nothing left to discuss. I can’t raise our kids alone while you’re consumed by your career,” Y/n said, their voice heavy with emotion. “They want to live with me. They need more than what you can give right now.”

Kamala felt her chest tighten, the reality of the situation crashing down on her. “You know how much I love them. I’m doing this for our future!” she pleaded, desperation creeping into her tone.

“But at what cost, Kamala?” Y/n’s voice cracked, the pain evident in their eyes. “You’re here, but you’re not really here. The kids feel it, and so do I. I need to prioritize them, and I can’t do that if you’re always chasing a dream that takes you further away from us.”

The silence that hung between them was thick and suffocating. Kamala wanted to argue, to fight for her marriage, but deep down, she knew Y/n was right. The late nights, the missed family dinners, and the increasing distance had created a rift that felt impossible to bridge.

“Please don’t do this,” Kamala finally whispered, her voice breaking.

Y/n looked at her, a mixture of sorrow and determination in their gaze. “I have to, Kamala. For the kids. For my own sanity.” They paused, taking a deep breath, trying to remain steady amidst the turmoil. “I hope one day you can understand.”

As Y/n gathered their things, preparing to leave the office—and the life they had built together—Kamala felt the weight of her choices pressing down upon her. In the pursuit of her ambitions, she had lost sight of what truly mattered. As the door clicked shut behind Y/n, leaving her alone in the silence of the office, Kamala Hart bordered on the edge of her career and her heart, caught in the painful realization of what she had sacrificed.

In the coming weeks, the impact of the divorce would echo through her life, a reminder that no amount of success could fill the void left by the love and family she had taken for granted. And as she sat in solitude, staring at the framed photographs that once brought her joy, she understood that this was just the beginning of a long journey of healing and reflection, one that would test her in ways she never anticipated.