A letter to the post man

Damian urged me to test Geynie. He claimed that his lover was a master in martial arts, skilled in shooting arrows and daggers, and so agile that she always landed gracefully on her feet. I couldn't dismiss his words; they gnawed at me as if he'd planted a seed of suspicion deep in my heart.

If Geynie truly was the culprit, it wouldn't take long for her mask to slip. And if my suspicions turned out to be baseless, I would clear my conscience. But I had to tread carefully. Geynie was cunning—her cunningness was her weapon. If she realized I was plotting against her, everything would be ruined.

Damian told me he'd only come to catch a glimpse of my face, his voice laced with longing, and then he disappeared into the shadows. As his footsteps faded, I found myself back in the crowded hall, where the party continued in full swing. The music hummed like a backdrop to the chaos in my mind.

I watched Geynie move effortlessly among the guests, her smile hiding the secrets I was determined to uncover. I needed to prove she was the one behind the scheme against Damian and his brother, Dev. The weight of Damian's heartbreak hung heavy in my chest, and for a moment, I pitied him.

But could Damian still harbor feelings for Geynie? If he did, it would complicate everything. Punishing her would break him further, but she had to pay for what she'd done. She couldn't keep fooling everyone, pretending to be innocent while betraying the people who cared for her.

Once the party ended, I retreated to my room, exhausted but resolute. My diary sat on the bedside table, a silent witness to my turmoil. I poured my thoughts onto the pages, sketching out a plan to expose Geynie's hidden identity as Reina.

As I scribbled furiously, a sharp ring interrupted me. My phone vibrated against the desk, the screen flashing an unknown number. For a moment, I hesitated. The number looked familiar, stirring something in the back of my mind.

"Hello?" I answered cautiously.

"Reina!" The voice on the other end was warm and familiar, yet it sent shivers down my spine. It was a voice I hadn't heard in ages but could never forget.

"Cathrine," I whispered to myself, my heart racing.

"Oh, Cathrine," I said aloud, trying to steady my voice.

"Reina, it's been so long," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "What did I ever do to you?"

Her question caught me off guard. Did she know? Had she found out about my affair with her husband? My breath caught in my throat.

"Cathrine, you never did anything to me," I began, but she interrupted.

"Then why did you push me out of your life?" Her voice broke, and I could hear her struggling to hold back tears. "I thought we were sisters."

Her words hit me like a blow. No, she didn't know. Her pain was genuine, and it stemmed from my sudden disappearance, not my betrayal.

"Oh, Cathrine," I said, guilt heavy in my voice, "I'm so sorry. It was urgent for me to leave, and I didn't want to ruin your big day with my problems."

"Have you forgiven me?" I said , my voice soft ,trembling .

"Forgiven you?" she repeated , stunned. I knew there was more to the apology I was given .

Will she ever forgive me for having an affair with her husband .

"I have forgiven you, dear," she said sincerely. "I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you too, Cathrine," I admitted, my heart aching with the truth of it. She had always been so kind, treating me like the sister she'd never had. I loved her. Despite everything, I truly did. But my love for Nath was a dark, consuming force, one I couldn't escape.

"I need you," Cathrine said, pulling me back to the present. "Please come visit me. I have something important to talk to you about."

"I will," I promised, though the thought of facing her filled me with dread.

"When?" she pressed, desperation lacing her tone.

"Soon," I assured her. She sighed, a sound of relief that only deepened my guilt.

"I promise I'll help you," I added softly before the call ended.

Afterward, I sat on my bed, the weight of my sins pressing down on me. I thought of Cathrine's voice, so full of love and trust, and it tore at my resolve. What a mess I'd made of everything. My betrayal had created a web of lies that threatened to ensnare us all.

Geynie's shadow loomed over me, her cunning smile etched in my mind. I had to focus on exposing her, to rid Damian and Dev of her manipulations. But how could I move forward when my own guilt weighed so heavily?

The night stretched on as I stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. Somewhere in the distance, the faint sound of laughter and music from the party lingered, a haunting reminder of the life I pretended to live.

In the quiet of my room, I whispered to myself, "You have to fix this, Reina. For Damian. For Cathrine. For yourself."

Yet even as I spoke the words, a small voice inside me questioned whether I was capable of fixing anything at all.