Se connecterAnna’s POVThe doorbell rang.I forced myself up, my body heavy, my head throbbing, and shuffled toward the door. When I opened it, Jessie stood there, glowing, dressed up, heels on, brows raised in concern.“Jessie?” I frowned. “What are you doing here? And why are you so dressed up?”“You called in sick,” she said, pushing past me gently. “So I came to check on you. And more importantly, tell me your wicked mother-in-law isn’t here.”“Come in,” I muttered, closing the door behind her.She turned to study me, her playful expression fading. “Okay… what’s wrong with you? You look like someone who just crawled out of the psychic world. Did you catch a cold or something?”“No. Not really,” I said quietly.“Then what’s going on?” She snapped her fingers in front of my face. “Pick yourself up. We’ve been invited to the Sweet Body party; everyone’s invited. I’m not missing it, and neither are you.”“I didn’t even check my phone,” I replied. “I don’t feel like going.”She frowned. “Why? You’
Nathans POVI sat in my luxurious office looking at a complicated financial report of Sweet Body one of my most profitable businesses on my desk .Yet my mind refused to stay on the figures.It drifted back to the church.Her face surfaced without warning, pale, composed, heartbroken, carefully tucked behind calm eyes. The way she’d stood there, fragile yet unbowed, as if the world had knocked her down and she had refused to beg it for mercy.Before I could apologize, she had walked out in annoyance.Apologies were rare treasures to me. I didn’t give them easily. Power had taught me that words like sorry weakened authority. Still, the urge to say it had surprised me. And it unsettled me even now.I had always believed people’s problems especially women’s were rooted in money. That was why I did what I did.But she hadn’t looked at me like a savior.She hadn’t looked at me at all.She’d been wrapped in her own pain, carrying it with a quiet grace that had no business being so compelli
We stopped in front of a gated estate so grand it stole my breath. This place looked nothing like our neighborhood. Tall buildings with flawless architecture stood proudly this were where the rich lived.I watched Marcus walk into one of the buildings, my heart pounding. What was he doing here?I paid the taxi driver quickly and hurried after him. My hands trembled as I rang the doorbell. A maid opened the door and looked at me curiously.“Miss, who are you looking for?”“I’m looking for Marcus.”“Oh, Sir Marcus, my boss,” she said politely. “I’ll call him right away.”Her boss? This wasn’t his home…Moments later, Marcus stepped outside. Shock flashed across his face. Tears burned my eyes. All I wanted was to run into his arms, to hug him, to kiss him, but that wasn’t why I was here. I needed answers.“What are you doing here?” he asked, walking toward me. “And how did you find me?”“We need to talk,” I said, my voice shaking.He reached for my hands. “Anna, can we go somewhere els
The sunlight crept through the thin curtains in the living room, brushing softly against my face. I blinked awake, my body stiff from sleeping on the couch. For a brief second, I expected to hear Marcus moving around,But the house was still silent.He never came home.I sat up slowly, my head heavy, my chest even heavier, my legs weak, as I walked into the bathroom. His toothbrush was still there. His cologne still lingered faintly in the air. I splashed water on my face, trying to wash away the tightness in my eyes. When I looked into the mirror, I barely recognized the woman staring back at me. She looked smaller. Broken in places she didn’t know existed.“Pull yourself together, Anna,” I whispered.But even my voice sounded unsure.I walked into the living room; my phone lay on the table I sat down slowly as I picked it up,I called his office, my fingers trembling; what they told me shattered me.“Marcus resigned over a month ago.” My mind went blank.Over a month?
Marcus was already out of bed before I woke up. The space beside me was cold and empty. He had left without a word, without a goodbye,We never left things unsettled. Never. But now… he was gone. And for the first time in our marriage, I felt the weight as though evil eyes had fallen over us.“Anna!”I blinked, startled back into reality. Miss Martha, the senior designer, stood at the doorway of my office, her sharp eyes fixed on me.“Anna, you came to work late today,” she said coldly. “And now your mind is wandering somewhere else.”I sat up straighter, pressing my fingers to my temple as a headache throbbed behind my eyes.“I’m sorry, Miss Martha. I didn’t hear you.”She stepped inside, unimpressed. “You look like a funeral followed you to work, with your mood affecting your performance, I will keep rejecting your work cause it Depressing.”“That’s not true,” I said quietly. “My designs are good because I take my work seriously.”“Whatever,” she waved it off. “Leave what you’re do
After Gina left, my phone rang almost immediately. The moment I answered, Jessie’s voice burst through the line.“You are unbelievable, Anna! I couldn’t find you anywhere after work. I sent you messages but you ignore.”“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I had to leave because my mother-in-law was rushed to the hospital.”She scoffed. “I hope she ok, it’s like the universe is trying to give test of her own medicine”“Don’t say things like that, Jessica, you know how greatly it’s affecting us” I replied calmly.Then she sighed. “I know… I’m sorry. I’m just worried about you.”Her tone softened. When was the last time you had a romantic outing with your husband? Or fun, you both work like Trojans, work to home, home to work.” “We’re not complaining,” “That’s the problem,” she replied. “You’re too comfortable. Or maybe… not as compatible as you think.” You need to spice things up, or someone else will do it for you.”“If you’re trying to annoy me,” I said, rolling my eyes, “congratulations.







