Amber's pov
Rejecting me as a person and dismissing my profession, which I was highly respected in despite not doing it full-time, infuriated me. My feelings for him faded away. I grew tired of constantly trying to please him. I, too, deserve someone who can bring me joy and care. He should seek another therapist whom he appreciates and trusts. I was no longer willing to offer my assistance. Descending the stairs, my sole purpose was to gather some funds as soon as possible and repay his father's money that has entrapped me. If I manage to raise that amount, I won't see myself here in a matter of minutes.
As I was about to step onto the floor, leaving the stairs behind, I pondered once more,
"How am I going to acquire that kind of huge money?" Sitting on one of the chairs in the living room, I continued to contemplate. If my pharmaceutical company was in my reach, I would have used it to take a loan and be free from here. The more I thought of freeing myself, the more I rememb
