Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

The day had been a blur of goodbyes as Emma visited those few people who retained any value for her. By the time she got home, hours had slipped through her fingers like sand, and she felt drained but strangely numb. She hadn't eaten all day, and yet food or drink didn't cross her mind. As she approached the house, Vivian's car sat out front, and she knew right then what she was walking into. Vivian, Alexander's little sister, had always shared her big brother's view of Emma-maybe even more so. And there she stood, waiting, as Emma entered the

sitting room.

As soon as Emma walked in, Vivian's eyes brightened, full of evil satisfaction. "I guess the rumor is true, wife," she sneered, marking extra special emphasis on the word "wife", saying it like a dirty joke. The bitterness in her voice churned Emma's stomach, but she remained cool, refusing to take the bait.

She would have pacified Vivian in the past with the act of a perfect wife while insults were being hurled at her. Not today. Today, Emma was through playing games.

"Get out of my sight. I have nothing to say to you, and besides, I am as happy as your brother is concerning this arrangement," Emma shot back, her voice cold and unyielding.

Vivian's sly smile had faltered for just a moment before she regained composure. "Are you now?" she mocked, to which Emma responded with nothing, brushing past Vivian and proceeding straight to her room before slamming the door behind her.

She cried her eyes out, soaking in the scalding water inside her bathroom. The water had done little to soothe the pain and instead exaggerated the ache in her chest. Soon enough, she was engulfed by exhaustion and finally dozed off into a restless sleep. She was jolted awake by the sound of knocking on the door.

Thinking it could be Miranda, she hastily donned her bathrobe and opened the door to find Alexander. The sight of him hit her hard in the chest, enough so that she had to bite into her lip to prevent tears from falling. It was only four weeks ago that, in this same room, he had made love to her for the first time since their marriage, giving her hope that maybe, just maybe, things between them could turn around for the better. Now, he was here handing her divorce papers, ready to leave her for a woman whom he hadn't seen in five years. His gaze dropped to her cleavage, and she instinctively wrapped her bathrobe tighter about her as a wave of humiliation flushed over her. "I have brought the papers," he said, his voice devoid of any emotion as he extended the file toward her.

She took a deep breath, willing herself to keep

tension was palpable as she went through the divorce papers. Her heart broke at every word. She did not say

"Where will you be going?" he asked, his

her eyes as icy as his. "That's rather

will drop by your mother's

older woman had always treated Emma with kindness, loving her as her other daughter. Now, the thought of saying goodbye to Alexander's mother, the last

the alimony still stand," Alexander said, his voice firm but tinged

heart aching as she looked at him one last time. "Then consider it my gift to your new life with your lover, Mr. Black," she replied,

she turned and walked away, each step heavier than the last, leaving behind the man she once loved and the life they could

she was physically weakened by this lack of nourishment. Forcing herself to prepare a very light breakfast, she took it

souls in Emma's life, and by far, saying goodbye to her was going to be really hard. Brianna's face beamed with a warm smile and her eyes brightened as soon as Emma

the space beside her on the couch. Sorrow stung in Emma's chest as she settled down beside her. Sweet-natured Brianna had been a crutch for her during those years of marriage, and now Emma would miss her dearly. After helping Brianna put ointment on her sore back, they sat down to a pot of

"I just recently talked to Alex