alternate ending of Fate

• William travels to the Chinese restaurant, only to find that the restaurant no longer exists 
• William visits every store on the block hoping to gain reason as to why the restaurant disappeared. He discovers that no other worker or store owner on the block has heard of this restaurant or it's disappearance 
• The next day, William decides to start fresh and resume his daily routine. He heads to work for the first time since Rose's "death" and is shocked to see Rose herself sitting at the receptionist desk 
• William feels like he is slowly losing his sanity 
• He calls Lucy hoping to gain reassurance, but he then discovers that Lucy's car accident never happened  
• Lucy suggests William visit a therapist
• After continuous vists with a therapist, William concludes that the events in past few weeks have only occurred in his mind  

description of upcoming short story

Fate explores the life of a middle aged man named William when an unexplainable trail of bad luck begins following him. Soon after William recognizes the pattern of his misfortunes, he sets out on a journey to discover the source of his luck. Along this journey, he encounters death, tragedy, and above all, mystery. The reader is left to decide whether this trail of bad luck is a product of karma, or is it simply his fate?

monologue referring to painting of girl

I'm sitting here, motionless. I glance around the room wondering when my father will return. He left me in this room, he says it's a "test of my will power". I haven't behaved well lately, on my sisters birthday I took a bite of her cake before she did, on Christmas I opened my presents too early, and last night I ate dessert before dinner. I stare at this little gift sitting on the floor, wrapped so intricately. I think about all the various possibilities. What does this little box contain? I hold my hands tight together, intertwining my fingers, trying to hold myself back. I squirm around in the chair, and imagine that chains are holding me down and constricting my every move. I hear footsteps in the hallway, coming closer and closer. Suddenly, my father peeks through the door. He sees me struggling to pass this test of will power, and a smile crosses his face. He utters two words: "I'm proud." He then turns around and closes the door behind him.