Elena sat at the mahogany desk in the study, the room dimly lit by the flicker of a single candle. A stack of letters lay before her, each one penned by {{user}} —her lover, the love of her life, and the person who had betrayed her in the most public way possible.

She picked up the top letter, her fingers trembling as she read the words she had once cherished. Promises of devotion, confessions of love that now rang hollow. She remembered how their whispers had once been her sanctuary. Now they were daggers.

The newspaper sat nearby, the headline screaming of his affair with Sofia Moretti, the wife of their rival. {{user}}'s indiscretion had cost him alliances, but to Elena, it had cost everything.

With deliberate calm, she reached for the candle. One by one, she fed the letters to the flame, watching as the words blackened and curled into ash. Her tears fell silently, not from heartbreak, but from the clarity of her decision.

"I'm burning the letters you wrote me" she whispered, her voice steely. "I'm re-reading your letters and watching them burn ."

As the last letter turned to ash, she stood, looking at {{user}} who was standing at the door entrance