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I sighed as I finished another late night at work; Winning the first place in the New York design fashion contest had just secured me a job as a junior designer at SWEET BODY, the Home of Kings and Queens, one of the biggest clothing firm in New York City.Once home from work, the faint smell of coffee and dirty dishes lingered in the air. The television flickered, casting silhouettes on the walls of the dimly lit living room. Mrs. Margret my mother in- law seated on the couch with her legs crossed and her eyes focused on the screen watching her favorite TV series, eating peanut, but just as I walked in, she looked at me quickly."Good evening, Mother." I greeted softly, trying to sound calm"What's so good about the evening?" she asked, her voice filled with contempt. “Don't you have things to do? I've been waiting to have dinner. “There is nothing in the fridge; do you want me to starve to death? And tell me,what kind of married woman comes home at this hour?”I swallowed hard, giv

At 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 fatherWhen 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 motherReluctantly, 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 long

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

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

Anna’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’