Angelina met Pamela in brodie house And apologized to Pamela. 😱 Full story Below 👇🏼

 Angelina met Pamela in brodie house And apologized to Pamela. 😱 Full story Below 👇🏼

"The Brodie House Encounter"

The wind howled through the old stone corridors of Brodie House, a historic estate tucked into the Scottish Highlands, long abandoned except for seasonal tours. On a stormy afternoon, Angelina found herself standing before its great iron gate, her heart pounding in her chest.

She hadn’t been back in over five years.

Inside, the house was just as she remembered—cold, creaky, and steeped in memories she’d rather forget. But she had come with purpose.

Pamela was waiting.

They hadn’t spoken since that night. The night everything fell apart—friendships, trust, and maybe even a part of themselves.

Angelina moved through the dusty halls until she reached the grand drawing room, where tall windows framed the gray sky and lightning cracked in the distance. Pamela stood by the fireplace, arms crossed, her expression unreadable.

Angelina hesitated at the threshold. “Pam?”

Pamela turned, her gaze piercing. “So you actually came.”

Angelina swallowed. “I had to. I owe you an apology.”

Silence.

Pamela raised an eyebrow. “An apology? After all this time? After what you did?”

Angelina’s voice trembled. “I never meant for it to happen. I was confused. Scared. And what I said to you... what I did... I’ve regretted it every day.”

Pamela took a step forward, eyes shining with unshed tears. “You didn’t just betray me, Angelina. You made me feel like I was nothing. Like I didn’t matter.”

“I know,” Angelina whispered. “And I’ll carry that guilt for the rest of my life. But I needed to say I’m sorry—to your face. You deserved that much.”

A loud crack of thunder echoed above them, rattling the windowpanes.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence was heavy with everything left unsaid over the years. Then, to Angelina’s surprise, Pamela’s posture softened.

“I waited for this,” Pamela admitted, voice low. “Not because I needed you to beg, but because I needed to know you were still human.”

Angelina gave a broken smile. “I am. A deeply flawed one.”

A tense chuckle escaped Pamela’s lips. “Aren’t we all.”

As the storm roared outside, the two women stood together in the haunted heart of Brodie House, two ghosts of their former selves, finally facing the past.

The apology didn’t fix everything—but it was a beginning.