Chapter Forty-Eight
Elena sat at her writing desk, the city lights twinkling through the large bay windows of her new office—a room she had chosen herself, filled with sunlight, plants, and bookshelves overflowing with novels that had once been her escape. The distant hum of the ocean reminded her of their honeymoon, of freedom, of life lived fully. Tonight, though, the quiet belonged to her alone.
She stared at the blank page on her laptop, fingers poised over the keys, heart thrumming with a mix of fear and anticipation. For months, the idea of writing a book had lingered quietly in her mind: tell your story. Share your truth. And now, finally, she was ready—not just to write about love, but about the journey that had led her here, the trials she had faced, and the woman she had become.
