CHAPTER TWELVE

Lisa’s POV

The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on Lisa's face as she slowly opened her eyes. But instead of the usual excitement that accompanied a new day, a heavy sadness settled in her heart.

As she lay in bed, memories of the previous night with George flooded her mind, causing tears to well up in her eyes. She can’t believe George has turned her into a toy that he uses anytime he feels like it. With a heavy sigh, she reluctantly got out of bed, her movements sluggish of their usual energy.

Lisa got ready for work, brushing her hair and slipping into her dress, With a heavy heart, Lisa grabbed her bag and headed towards the front door without caring to make bread or George because she could strangle with the way she felt at that moment, Without a second thought, she closed the door behind her and made her way to work, her steps heavy with the weight of her emotions.

As she arrived at work she walked down to her office and began work for the day. She