LOGINAt work, my phone rang unexpectedly.
The moment I heard Marcus’s voice, my heart dropped.
“Anna… Mother has been rushed to the hospital,” he said, panic thick in his tone.
I didn’t wait to hear more. I quickly asked for permission to leave and rushed straight to the hospital.
She had been diagnosed with heart disease. The doctors said she was lucky if she had arrived late; the outcome could have been fatal. As I stood beside Marcus, I saw a fear in his eyes, the same one I saw when he lost his father
When the doctors finally said she was stable, relief washed over us. I offered to stay behind, but Marcus refused firmly because he didn’t want to put you in a difficult situation with his mother
Reluctantly, I agreed to leave,but not because I wanted to. He needed me. I’ll go home, prepare something warm, and come back, I told myself.
When I got home, my phone kept buzzing with several messages from Jessie, inviting me to a party after work. I didn’t bother replying because I was no longer interested; I just needed a moment of peace for my exhausted mind.
I slipped off my shoes at the entrance and exhaled deeply, ready to let the weight of the day wash away
Then the doorbell rang, and I walked to the door, unprepared for what waited on the other side.
The moment I opened it, a wave of expensive perfume filled the air. I blinked, stunned, my heart skipping.
Standing before me, elegant, polished, glowing like someone straight out of a fashion magazine, was Gina.
She looked rich, confident, with success wrapped in beauty.
For a second, I needed to look twice just to be sure I wasn’t imagining her.
Gina and I had been inseparable growing up. We’d shared dreams, the same dreams, laughter, and secrets. We’ve always been ambitious and she's unpredictable. One day, she vanished. No calls, no messages. Nothing. The last time I saw her was my engagement with Marcus. Seeing her now, radiant and self-assured, made my heart twist.
“Gina,” I called softly, still trying to process her sudden appearance.
“Annabelle!” she replied brightly, her smile widening as if we were still the carefree girls we used to be.
I stepped aside and welcomed her in, unsure of how to react. Her heels clicked across the floor, her perfume trailing behind her. “It’s so good to see you!” She hugged me tightly, suddenly, her tone dripping with sweetness. “You still look… the same. Nothing’s changed.” She said, looking at me from head to toe
The words stung more than they should have, as if she were subtly mocking me, but I pushed the feeling aside. I was genuinely happy to see her after all these years, but part of me was mad at her.
“Where have you been all this time?” I asked as we walked back to the couch together and sat down.
“It’s a long story, and I'm sorry I couldn’t reach out; life was also difficult,” she said, flipping her glossy hair over her shoulder. “I was in China. Got married to a rich man, built a life… you know how it goes.” She said it as if wealth and marriage were small details now.
“But that’s not important.” Her eyes brightened, leaning in with excitement. “What matters is. I have my own clothing line now, and I want you to join me.”
She shifted happily, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm.
“Imagine it, Annabelle. You and me, taking over New York City. Just like we always dreamed.”I blinked. “That’s… amazing, you finally got what you’ve always wanted I’m happy for you. But about your offer, I just started working at Sweet body”
“Sweet Body,” she interrupted smoothly. “You’re lucky to work in such a prestigious place, but are being recognized there the way a real designer like you deserves.”I rubbed my hands together, trying to steady my voice. “Not really, Gina. It’s just… I worked so hard to get there. I’m not ready to give that up yet. It’s only a matter of time.”
She nodded slowly, her smile thin but deliberate. “But you could have done much better with your talent, Anna. You’ve always settled for less than you deserve.”
Her words were soft, almost kind , yet they landed like quiet judgment.
“By the way… when is Marcus coming home?” she asked out of nowhere, eyes narrowing with sudden interest
At that moment, I remembered Marcus was still at the hospital. But I didn’t want to say that.
“He should be home soon,” I said instead as I walked to the fridge for a glass of juice, offering her some.
“I can see you’re enjoying your marriage, Anna,” she said, her voice low and almost teasing. “You’re lucky. Marcus loves you deeply. Not many men love like that anymore.”
Her gaze lingered on me a beat too long. “I’m sure he’s a very proud husband.”“Yes… he has been a great and supportive one too,” I replied, taking a slow sip of my drink
For a split second, something sharp flashed in her eyes, gone almost instantly behind a polite smile. She paused, casually brushing an imaginary speck off her gown. “
Then a thought crossed my mind. “You still haven’t told me why you left. No calls, no texts, nothing.”
She glanced at me over the rim of her glass, her lips curved in a slow, knowing smile. “That will be for another day, right now I should get going.” She stood gracefully. “Check out the gift I got you, you’ll love it. And… think about my offer.”
I nodded, escorted her to the door as she walked out gracefully, every step deliberate.
I looked from the window, watching her muttering every step of the way as she paused beside her sleek car, pulling out a small bottle of hand sanitizer rubbing on her hands before getting in.
Something about that gesture made my stomach tight; wow, she’d changed too much. There was something calculating beneath that smile, something I couldn’t quite figure out yet.
The thought still lingered in my mind as I walked straight toward the hospital’s front desk. “Hello,” I said with a polite smile as I approached the receptionist. “I would like to see Doctor Juliet, please.” The woman looked up from her computer, her expression neutral. “Are you a registered patient here?” she asked. For a brief second, I hesitated, trying to think quickly. “Not exactly,” I admitted. “But she was the one attending to my friend.” The receptionist nodded slightly and began typing on her computer. The soft clicking of keys filled the quiet space. After a moment, she stopped and looked back at me. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Doctor Juliet’s shift is already over for today.” My heart sank a little. “Could you try calling her office line?” I asked quickly. “Maybe she hasn’t clocked out yet.” The receptionist shrugged lightly and picked up the telephone. She dialed a number and waited. A few seconds passed. Then she lowered the receiver. “No answer,” she said. “You
“By who?” I askedShe swallowed.“Mr. Fourth.”The name felt poisonous in the air.Heat crawled up my spine.“Oh God,” I whispered, pulling her into my arms.Her body stiffened at first, then melted against me, shaking.“But how?” The question slipped out before I could stop it. Confusion crept across my face, disbelief fighting logic.She pulled back suddenly.“You don’t believe me?” she asked, tears flooding her eyes again. “Anna, please… don’t look at me like that.”Her voice cracked on the last word.Guilt punched through me.“No,” I said immediately, cupping her face gently despite the bruises. “No. That’s not what I meant.”“Shh…” I murmured, brushing my thumb lightly beneath her eye. “I believe you.”Her shoulders sagged with relief, but the fear didn’t leave.“What will I do now?” she asked, her voice smaller than I had ever heard it.I forced myself to steady, I didn’t know what to do either, but I knew one thing — I had to be strong for her.I had to think for both of us.Be
It had been two weeks since we measured Mr. Fourth.Two long, suffocating weeks.Every single design Daniela and I submitted was rejected.Not revised.Not adjusted.Rejected.I sat in the living room staring at the latest rejection email from my laptop, my jaw tight, not from fear, but from frustration.I am already exhausted.My fingers ached from endless sketching. Crumpled papers littered the floor around me like silent evidence of failure. I already knew it wouldn’t be easy working with Mr. Fourth—but what I hadn’t expected was how deeply it would drain me.I couldn’t sleep.Ideas came halfway and died halfway.My mind felt stretched thin.What kind of man was Mr. Fourth?I stared into nothing. The house was quiet except for the ticking clock on the wall.My phone beeped with a notification from Instagram.I picked it up lazily from the table, hoping for a distraction.New York Fashion Blog.I clicked it.Luxury & Bliss — New Store Opening Celebration.The photos loaded one after
Daniela and I exchanged a glance before stepping inside.Behind a sleek white desk sat a woman in a fitted navy suit, her hair pulled back so tightly it seemed to stretch her patience with it. Her expression didn’t shift when we approached.“Good morning,” I began politely. “We’re from Sweet Body. We’re here to take Mr. Fourth’s measurements.”Her eyes moved slowly from me to Daniela and back again.“Did you book an appointment?” she asked flatly.Her tone was rude and indifferent.“Not personally,” I replied evenly. “But he’s expecting designers from Sweet Body. Could you please inform him that we’re here?”She stared at me for a second longer than necessary, as if weighing whether I deserved her effort.Then she picked up the telephone.“Hello, sir, Designers from Sweet Body are here,” she said into the receiver.A pause.“Yes.”Another pause.She hung up.“He’s in a meeting,” she said, gesturing lazily toward a waiting area with two fingers. “You can sit there.”No apology. No smil
The moment I stepped into the hallway, she folded her arms. “I heard you’ll be in charge of Mr. Fourth’s design.” “Yes,” I said. My voice came out softer than I intended. Sad. I still hadn’t told her about the video. If I did, she would panic. And right now, panic was the last thing I needed. The fitting room where Martha confronted me had been private. This hallway wasn’t. I glanced at my wristwatch to check the time. “It’s almost break,” I said quickly. “Let’s get something to eat.” Jessie studied me for a second. She knew me well enough to notice the shift. But she nodded. “Fine.” We stepped outside Sweet Body and began walking down the street “Why would she give you that assignment,” Jessie said, her tone tightening, “when she could’ve taken it to the older designers? And with Daniela? The new girl?” She talks while we give way to pedestrians. Silence. Our flats scrub against the pavement. “Anna,” she nudged. “Talk to me.” We walked a few blocks and entered a small
Anna's POV “Everyone, gather up.” Martha’s hands clapped sharply, the sound slicing through the design floor. Conversations died instantly. Designers straightened, chairs scraped lightly against the floor, and fabric rustled as everyone assembled around her. I stepped out of the restroom just in time, smoothing my expression before joining the group. My face felt composed again. No one needed to know what had just happened behind that locked door. Martha stood at the center like a general preparing to announce war. “We have an order,” she began, pacing slowly in front of us, heels clicking with authority. “A customized one.” She paused for effect. “It came from Mr. Albert Fourth. The CEO of Nexus,” A low murmur rippled through the room. “What about the fifth?” Daniela joked from the back. Laughter burst out. Everyone laughed except Martha. The sound died almost instantly when Martha’s head turned. She walked toward Daniela slowly, her expression blank, controlled. ”You’re







