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It had been a week since Samuel's panicked plea and his desperate attempt to drag me into whatever mess he had caused. In that time, Mrs. Edgewood had been silent. Not a single word about Samuel’s outburst or whatever had happened in the hallway. Her silence was unnerving.I tried to push it out of my mind, focusing on the routine of my responsibilities, but the uncertainty loomed like a shadow over me. What had Samuel said to her? And why hadn’t she brought it up?I was in the study, going over some paperwork, trying to distract myself, when there was a soft knock on the door. The maid, timid as always, peeked her head in.“Miss Anna,” she said, her voice low. “Mrs. Edgewood is asking for you.”My heart skipped a beat. It felt like the moment I had been dreading for days had finally arrived. Nodding, I set the papers down, smoothing my dress as if it could somehow calm my nerves.“Thank you,” I murmured, rising from my seat.As I made my way to Mrs. Edgewood’s sitting room, I couldn’
After the long conversation with Grandma in her room, I felt a weight settle on my chest. There were so many things she had told me, things that made me realize just how much my life was tangled with Samuel’s, whether I liked it or not. But more than that, I had to face the truth: I needed to talk with him. I couldn’t keep avoiding him forever. My future, and the care of Mrs. Idris, hung in the balance.Walking down the hall, I found myself thinking over every possible scenario of how this conversation might go. Could I stay calm enough to get through it? Could I finally get Samuel to understand that his presence in my life was unwanted and that I had to move on? But then, what if he reacted badly? What if he exploded the way he used to? I couldn’t afford for things to go wrong, not with Mrs. Idris in the nursing home, her care under my guardianship. Samuel could easily make things difficult. He always knew how to disrupt my life in ways that hurt the most.As I made my way downstairs
The restaurant buzzed with the sound of soft conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the quiet hum of background music. I sat across from Samuel, my fingers lightly tracing the edge of the menu in front of me. My eyes skimmed the dishes, but my mind was far from the elegant descriptions of salads and entrees. The table between us was small, but the distance between our lives felt vast—so much pain, anger, and betrayal that no menu could paper over.I glanced up at him, sitting there with his usual calm demeanor, his eyes fixed on the menu as if this was just any other lunch as if we hadn’t spent years locked in a twisted, bitter marriage. Samuel looked composed, almost too composed, like he had rehearsed this moment. Maybe he had. I knew why he was here, and what he was trying to do, and it made my stomach twist with resentment. I was no longer the naive girl he could manipulate, yet here I was, sitting across from him, playing this game.As I stared at him, my thoughts drifted bac
Two days after I graduated from business school felt surreal, like the calm before a storm I could neither predict nor avoid. Grandma was ecstatic, proud in her silent way, and after the ceremony, she said it was time for me to visit the office—the first time since the meltdown that had sent me spiraling. The mere thought of it made my stomach twist. That meltdown, my first major bipolar episode after returning to the Edgewood mansion, still haunted me. Grandma, always supportive, had been my rock, ensuring I got the best care and medication. Yet, even the best drugs couldn’t drown out my anxiety entirely. But I needed to do this. For myself. For the family. For everything I had worked toward in business school.“Anna, my dear,” Grandma said as she poured her tea, her voice soft yet commanding. “You’ve earned your place. It’s time you saw the company with your own eyes. Henry’s there, of course, but this is your moment.”Her words were a mixture of comfort and pressure. I knew she wa
After my unexpected triumph at the office, a sense of accomplishment followed me all the way home. It was rare, this feeling of stability. It wasn’t the peace of having everything figured out, but rather the confidence that I could face whatever was coming next. I wasn’t the same scared girl who had come back to the Edgewood mansion months ago—I was the new CEO of a legacy I had yet to fully understand but was starting to make my own.As soon as I stepped through the front door, I knew where I wanted to go. Grandma’s room had always been a sanctuary. Her presence, even in the most difficult times, had been my anchor. I hurried up the stairs, eager to share the day’s events with her. When I opened her door, there she was, lying comfortably on her large bed, the picture of elegance and strength, even in her old age.“Anna,” she greeted me, her voice warm and welcoming. “Come here, darling. Tell me everything.”Without hesitation, I climbed into bed beside her, settling into the plush pi
I rushed into my grandmother's room, barely able to breathe. The air felt thick with dread as I flung the door open, my voice breaking as I called out, "Grandma, Grandma, are you okay?"There she was, lying in her bed, pale and fragile, her once vibrant eyes now tired but still filled with love. I raced to her bedside, collapsing into the chair next to her, my heart pounding in my chest. "Grandma, please," I whispered, my hand shaking as I reached for hers, "tell me you're okay."She tried to smile, her lips trembling as she looked at me with the same warmth she always had, but it was laced with something more—something I hadn’t seen before. “My princess,” she whispered, her voice weak but steady. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. Henry will take care of you.”Henry, who had been standing by the window with his arms crossed, gave me a tight smile, but there was something in his eyes that made my stomach twist. Confusion swept over me, and I couldn’t hide the panic in my voice as I turned to
"Are you ready, Anna? To serve Samuel his divorce papers?" His voice was gentle as if he could sense my hesitation.I nodded slowly, unable to find the words. This was it. After years of suffering, I was finally taking back my life. The papers felt heavy in my hands, symbolic of every battle I had endured. Every tear, every sleepless night.The maid, standing by the door, glanced at Mr. Mike, awaiting his signal. "Go and call Mr. Samuel. He’s in the guest house," he instructed.I could hear the faint thump of music coming from the guest house, the sound of Samuel’s "good life." The man I had married had turned into a stranger, indulging in the company of others, in everything that had nothing to do with me. I had long since stopped wondering where I went wrong because I knew now—it was never about me.I glanced toward my grandmother, Mrs. Margaret Edgewood, lying weakly in her bed. She had been my rock through all of this, her frail hands still able to hold my spirit together even as
“Anna! Anna!”The market vendors and shoppers, too engrossed in their own lives, are slow to react. Some stop and look, their faces showing concern, but none have seen a little girl wandering off. Margaret’s fear turns into desperation as she frantically asks anyone nearby, her words stumbling over each other in her rush.“She was just here! A little girl, about this tall, with dark hair—have you seen her?”But no one has. Anna is gone.Margaret’s security detail, usually discreet and in the background, springs into action. Within minutes, the market is swarming with suited men speaking into earpieces, their eyes scanning the area with military precision. The police are notified, and soon, the search extends beyond the market, into the labyrinthine streets of Los Angeles.But Los Angeles is too vast, too indifferent to the plight of a lost child. The city’s heartbeat, a mix of honking cars and distant sirens, seems to drown out the urgency of the search. The sun begins to dip below th