Every word was a confession of a love lost, a struggle to reconcile the past with her present. My heart ached for Elena, for the burden she carried, the dual life she juggled as she tried to be the perfect wife while hiding her true self.

The Diary’s Revelation
When Elena returned, I was sitting in the kitchen, the diary back in its package but the weight of it heavy in my heart. She looked at me, and I knew she understood.

“It’s not easy, Mama,” she confessed softly, tears brimming in her eyes. “I love Lucas, I truly do. But I had a life before him, and sometimes, it feels like I’m two different people.”