Reborn To Rise

LanaI waited the whole night, but my husband never came back home. Not like this was the first time he had slept outside, but for the past ten years, I somehow found myself waiting for him, staying up and standing by the door for almost half the night, hoping he would come back, hoping our past love could be rekindled. But the more I tried, the more he slipped away. He didn't even consider me a wife anymore since he stopped making love to me.At first, he was all over me, then the withdrawal came. It got to a point where he touched me only once every few months, and even with the bad and tiring days at work, I did not complain. I was ready to fulfill my duties as his wife. I wanted to rekindle our bond. I'm trying so hard to do everything possible to make him see that I love him. I don't know what else to do. Mentally and physically, I'm tired.I woke up the next morning and got ready for work, but I made sure to fix breakfast for Magnus with the little we had at home. It doesn't matt

LanaI stood before the tall skyscraper in front of me. It was one of the biggest hotels in the country, owned by the popular and renowned Molkov family.Thinking back to the past, I realized this was where I met Magnus. He was a part-timer. Although I couldn't secure a job here back then because I had no qualifications, Magnus ended up losing his job.Now I'm back here again, where everything began.Not as the old Lana who became a slave to her husband.Not as the foolish Lana who was mocked and looked down on.But as the twenty-two-year-old Lana who's still beautiful, smart, and ambitious.Even without educational qualifications, I still believe I can make a name for myself.This time, I'm not going to allow Magnus or any man to ruin me a second time.Taking a deep breath, I took the first step and made my way into the hotel.I got into the elevator and pressed the button for the second floor, where the interview would be held.Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a man ap

Lana Mayas“Thank you, Miss Mayas. We will get back to you through a message or phone call.”“Thank you, ma'am.” I bowed gently as I stood up. I couldn't even see the interviewer's face because the space between us was covered by a white board.“You're welcome. Have a wonderful day.”She replied as I left. By the time I got outside, the next person for the interview was already walking in. I looked around the place, but there was still no sign of the guy I bumped into.Could it be that something came up and he had to leave?Remembering how he called me his short girlfriend made me smile and worry at the same time. He's probably the first friend I've made here. I know calling someone I accidentally met a friend is a bit too much, but what else can I call him? Besides, I don't even know his real name.Knowing that he missed the interview made me feel bad because I had no idea what happened or why he didn't make it. I decided to spend the rest of the day here until the interviews were ov