Chapter 8: A VISIT TO PARENTS

2 MONTHS BACK

It had been a week since I found Daisy sleeping on the living room couch every day, patiently waiting for me. The sound of my footsteps echoed through the dimly lit room, stirring her from her slumber.

Rubbing her tired eyes, she exclaimed, “Dylan, you’re here. Let me warm up some food for you.”

Confusion and frustration overwhelmed me. Why was she persistently waiting for me? Even my own parents never went to such lengths. Was she intentionally trying to appear pitiful in front of me? Wasn’t her marriage to me solely driven by my fame and wealth? Wasn’t that the motive behind every girl who had ever approached me?

Suddenly, it all became clear. Realization struck me like a thunderbolt. I reached into my purse, retrieved the sleek black card, and swiftly approached Daisy, who stood in the kitchen, diligently plating the food. With a forceful slam, I placed the black card on the cold, granite kitchen counter.

“Isn’t this what you want?” I exclaimed, my voice filled with