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The First Day Back

Author: Chri's Layla
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-11 03:33:35

Immediately after I was done preparing breakfast, I hurriedly took my bath. The warm water did little to wash away the heaviness in my chest. I dressed carefully, choosing something simple yet elegant — a cream blouse tucked into a pencil skirt — then tied my hair into a neat ponytail. A light touch of makeup followed, just enough to make me look awake and composed, even if I felt anything but that inside.

Before leaving the guest room, I reached for my vitamins and, like every morning, took them quietly, hiding the bottle behind the wardrobe shelf again. No one knew. No one could know — not yet.

As I walked out of the Markson estate, the air was fresh but my heart wasn’t. I hailed a cab and gave the driver the address of KNT Designs. My hands rested on my lap as I looked outside the window. I couldn’t stop replaying Vincent’s cold eyes from earlier, the way he brushed past me like I was invisible. It still stung.

The cab stopped in front of the magnificent glass building. I stepped o
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