Alex sat alone in his dimly lit office, the soft glow of his desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. He stared at the photograph he had, a picture of Leah and him from their wedding day. His thoughts were a whirlwind, a torrent of regret and longing.

Alex, (murmuring to himself) "Had I known it would turn out this way... I wouldn't have listened to Emily or her mother, Mary. I can't take my mind off Leah. I need to clear my name. I want her to forgive me, even if it means returning ...