Michael Williams sat in the back of his black car on a bright afternoon, staring at his phone. He was 42, dressed in an expensive suit, wearing a watch that cost more than most people’s cars. On the outside, he looked like a man who had everything – money, power, status. On the inside, his eyes were tired and sad. His driver, James, told him they would pass through the old district because of road construction. Michael barely cared, just wanting to reach his important business meeting.
As the car left the fancy part of the city with glass buildings and rich restaurants, the view changed. Old, worn-down buildings appeared. Paint peeled from walls, streets had holes, people walked in simple clothes carrying heavy bags. Michael didn’t like this part of town; it made him uncomfortable. It reminded him of his past and of someone he had spent years trying to forget.
Eight years before, his life had been different. He had been truly happy because he had Clara. Clara with the gentle laugh and kind smile. Clara who loved him for who he was, not for his money. For three years, she had been his wife and…Read Full Story Here…………
