"You need to trust your partner, Heather. How do you know you'll look the same before we even start?" He nodded to the man holding a camera. "Shall we?"I skeptically stared at him. We just met, and he asked me to trust him. Unbelievable. I came here hoping he meant what he said when we first met. I wanted to know what potential he was referring to.If he was honest and could prove it, then I would use this way to show everyone that my weaknesses could become my strengths. I would strive to become famous so that many media outlets would invite me for interviews.That way, my family would see that I was not a disgrace or a curse. My relatives would regret having ignored and insulted me all these years. Everyone who hurt me would see me rise higher than ever, Blaze included."Please sit here," said a woman, pointing to a stool in the corner of the room. "I will direct your style, but for starters, I want you to pose however you want."Since this wasn't my forte, it wasn't easy to pose i

Unprepared for the attack, I was pushed to the right, causing the door to open wider. I held on to the door knob to prevent myself from falling. It was a good thing I rarely wore heels to work. "Hey, what are you doing!?" screeched Faye, who immediately approached me. "Who are you to do this!? What did Heather do to you!?" "Miss Bailey, are you okay?" asked Sasha, who came later and stood between me and my attacker. "Sorry, I didn't do my job properly." I turned to my left side to see who dared to slap me in my office. I gave her a sharp look once I recognized the person. She stood staring at me with tight lips, holding back anger. What was the reason this time to hurt me? "Not satisfied with embarrassing me at the late Mr. Smith's house, ruining my name with stale news, you come to my office to slap me. Do you think you'll be free forever by continuing to hurt me like this?" I said boldly. "You scammer," she growled. "You teamed up with that bastard to ruin my marriage. It turns

Heather didn't share what she'd been doing all day or what had happened to her. She wasn't obligated to report everything to me because I wasn't the husband who had been there for her.But I was aware of her movements through people stalking her or the surveillance cameras of her shop that my friend hacked for me. I didn't want to fail to protect her anymore. What Cullen did was enough to jolt me out of my slumber."Your boss calls you the second-best person he has. What happened this afternoon? was that what you call the job of a personal bodyguard?" I asked.She bowed her head, not answering my question. This woman's monthly services are costly, and her expertise only extends to this. Did my friend not choose the wrong person?"I asked you a question," I stated."I'm sorry, sir," she replied. "I only answer to Miss Bailey. She is my superior.""Do you think she can afford to pay for your services in full out of her pocket?""You mean—""Even if I don't pay you, as her husband, I hav

Last week was overwhelming. Some things happened that I didn't expect, but this week started on a good note. Hopefully, that was a sign that many more positive things would happen by the end of the week.Without waiting any longer, I went to the car dealership and finished the business with the insurance. I'd better come home late again but have a new vehicle than put this off. I got the same car. The good news was that the year of manufacture was this year.The car brand was costly, but it was worth it for the quality. I learned a lot from Blaze about car quality. Therefore, I bought the same brand of car as him when I had enough money. Cullen was such a bastard. He blew it up."What are you doing here?" asked the owner of the voice that was already familiar to my ears.Seriously. I was excited about this surprise, but someone had already ruined it. I didn't need to turn around to know who it was. I looked at the insurance agent and sales dealer accompanying me."If we're done, may I

I stared at the large envelope in confusion. Remembering what her trusted person was investigating, I understood. The envelope contained important evidence that showed Cullen had blown up my car. Finally, I could punish that man like his mother. I accepted the envelope and sat down on one of the couches. Charity followed me by sitting by my side. My heart was beating happily. What evidence did her confidant manage to find? I thought I would never get my hands on this precious object. The contents of the envelope were just a pile of papers. I turned to Charity with a furrowed brow. I thought there would be a CD or a flash drive. When I checked, there wasn't. There were only a few papers I wasn't sure would hold up as evidence. "What are these, Charity?" I asked, confused. "Read them." She glanced at the paper in my lap. Although I was confused about what information she was trying to convey, I complied. I glanced at the topmost paper, which was upside down. I turned it around and r