{Martha's POV}I handed my bag and jacket to Carolina before walking toward Mrs. Evans and Peter. The atmosphere in the room was heavy, as if the air had suddenly thinned, or maybe that was just how I perceived it.Peter sat calmly, a worried expression plastered on his face, while Mrs. Evans had a slight arch in her brow. I spared Peter a brief glance before making my way to Mrs. Evans, taking a seat beside her."Martha, how was work today?" Mrs. Evans asked with a warm smile, though her gaze flickered toward Peter."All good," I replied, making an effort not to look in his direction. Mrs. Evans gave me a subtle knowing look before turning back to Peter."Mr. Henderson, I apologize for any inconvenience the cancellation of the investment contract may have caused," she said, and Peter’s gaze snapped to her. "We've been waiting for Martha to arrive so we could see if there's anything she can do."I swallowed hard, heat rising in my chest as I waited to see where this conversation was h
{Martha's POV}After a long bath, I walked down the stairs in a blue sweatshirt and leather pants, my hair pulled up into a ponytail with soft curls cascading over my shoulder. The living room was quiet, though I could hear Mrs. Evans and Carolina chatting in the kitchen, their conversation punctuated by the soft clinking of ceramic plates.I settled onto the couch, tucking my legs beneath me as I reached for the remote. I wanted to watch a rom-com, any kind I could find. It had been so long since I’d let myself unwind like that.But just as I switched on the TV, the living room door slid open. My heart skipped a beat when I saw Nathan walk in, carrying a small dark blue bag.I stood up immediately, rushing toward him, and we wrapped each other in a comforting embrace.Resting my head against his broad shoulder, I inhaled his familiar scent, a mix of warm musk and summer air. I had missed him so much. The last three days we’d spent together had mostly been him insisting that I rest an
{Martha's POV}The next morning, I woke up before the sun had fully risen, its golden light barely peeking over the horizon. I slipped out of bed and made my way to Nathan’s door, standing hesitantly in front of the oak panels.After everything that had happened yesterday, Nathan’s anger, my guilt, there wasn’t much I could do now except apologize.I took a steady breath and knocked softly. No response. I knocked again, waiting a little longer, but still, nothing.Just as I reached for the handle, the door creaked open, revealing Nathan standing before me.His eyes met mine, softer than I had imagined all night. I thought he would avoid me or greet me with a frown, but instead, his expression was warm, almost comforting."I… I…" I stammered, lowering my gaze to the floor. My nails dug into my palms as I struggled to find my voice."You don’t have to apologize again, my love," Nathan’s calm voice pulled my gaze back to his. "You’re the CEO anyway, but…""Whatever I do from now on, I’ll
{Martha’s POV}I walked further into the room, stopping where Rachel sat next to Mrs. Evans, her face buried in her hands. Nathan knelt beside her, rubbing her back in an attempt to console her as she continued sobbing.“She hates me, Brother!" Rachel wailed, lifting her tear-streaked face. "She’s been trying to steal my husband, she terminated my contract with your company, and now she wants to make me a laughingstock!""I’m sorry this is happening, Rachel," Nathan soothed. "I promise I’ll do everything I can to have the video taken down."I bit my lip, fighting back my irritation as I stepped closer."Rachel, I’m sorry this happened," I murmured, keeping my voice low. Nathan glanced up at me with sympathy in his eyes, but Mrs. Evans didn’t even spare me a glance.Rachel lifted her head, her expression twisting in disgust. I let a small, smug smile slip before masking it with feigned concern."I’m sorry if you think I’m against you because of everything that’s happened lately," I con
{Martha's POV}The next day I stepped into the office feeling both relieved and curious. I needed to know who had taken the video of Rachel’s outburst. While I wasn’t angry, far from it, actually, I was grateful. Still, my curiosity was gnawing at me.Hendrix walked beside me, matching my pace as we entered the elevator and rode up to the first floor. Once we reached my office, I moved straight to my chair, crossing my arms against the desk. Hendrix, always efficient, placed a stack of files neatly in front of me, then stood by, waiting for instructions.I bit my lower lip, debating whether calling for a meeting would help me identify the person or if I should just let the matter slide."Is there anything you’d like me to do, ma’am?" Hendrix asked, his deep voice calm."Yes, Hendrix," I said, my tone firm. "A video of Rachel’s outburst was posted online yesterday. I want to know who recorded it. Call all the staff to my office, now."For a split second, Hendrix lowered his gaze to the
{Peter's POV}I ended the call and dropped my phone onto the desk, rubbing my sweaty palms together. I hadn't realized just how nervous I was until I received confirmation that the video of Rachel had been removed from the internet. Thank goodness for the influence I had.Letting out a deep sigh, I ran a hand through my hair before rising from my chair. I walked over to the glass wall, gazing out at the city. This had always been my favorite thing to do, watching the endless movement of people below, the vibrant city lights blending into a symphony of colors, and the chaos that somehow always seemed perfectly organized.The soft creak of the door opening behind me pulled me from my thoughts. I didn’t have to turn around to know who it was.Mabel was the only person in the entire Stewart Company who had unrestricted access to my office. Not because I fully trusted her, but because she was my personal assistant."Mr. Henderson, there’s a lady here to see you," Mabel’s small voice chimed
I knelt on the cold, marble-tiled floor, my knees screaming in protest as I scrubbed with what little strength I had left. Sharp, searing pain shot through my arms and legs, a cruel reminder of how long I had been at this, not just today, but every single day since I married Peter Henderson.This was my life now. Cleaning, scrubbing, cooking, endless chores that Peter insisted were for my own good.“You need this,” he’d said with that charming smile of his, shortly after firing all the maids. “It’ll help you lose weight and stay active.”I had believed him. What choice did I have?I paused, panting like I’d just run a marathon. My chest heaved, my body trembling, begging me to stop, to rest. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.How long can I keep doing this? The thought gnawed at me as I wiped sweat from my forehead. Slowly, I stood, wincing as pain lanced through my knees like needles piercing bone. Swallowing the groan rising in my throat, I forced myself upright and surveyed the space I had
“Peter… please,” I begged, my voice cracking, raw with desperation. “After everything I've done, how can you say this? I gave up so much for you.”Peter smirked, leaning lazily against the dining table, his casual behavior cutting deeper than any harsh word could. His indifference mocked me, taunted me, and yet I couldn’t look away. “Gave up what, Martha?” he sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. “You think I cared about any of that? I’ve got what I wanted, and now I’m moving on. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”My sobs faltered, replaced by a suffocating numbness that spread through my chest, making it hard to breathe. I stared at him, my mind looping over the cold cruelty of his words. I’ve got what I wanted.And then, like a cruel twist of fate, realization dawned on me.The inheritance.I remembered the moment clearly, just days ago, when Peter came to me with soft words and gentle promises. I had signed every document he placed before me, relinquishing control of
{Peter's POV}I ended the call and dropped my phone onto the desk, rubbing my sweaty palms together. I hadn't realized just how nervous I was until I received confirmation that the video of Rachel had been removed from the internet. Thank goodness for the influence I had.Letting out a deep sigh, I ran a hand through my hair before rising from my chair. I walked over to the glass wall, gazing out at the city. This had always been my favorite thing to do, watching the endless movement of people below, the vibrant city lights blending into a symphony of colors, and the chaos that somehow always seemed perfectly organized.The soft creak of the door opening behind me pulled me from my thoughts. I didn’t have to turn around to know who it was.Mabel was the only person in the entire Stewart Company who had unrestricted access to my office. Not because I fully trusted her, but because she was my personal assistant."Mr. Henderson, there’s a lady here to see you," Mabel’s small voice chimed
{Martha's POV}The next day I stepped into the office feeling both relieved and curious. I needed to know who had taken the video of Rachel’s outburst. While I wasn’t angry, far from it, actually, I was grateful. Still, my curiosity was gnawing at me.Hendrix walked beside me, matching my pace as we entered the elevator and rode up to the first floor. Once we reached my office, I moved straight to my chair, crossing my arms against the desk. Hendrix, always efficient, placed a stack of files neatly in front of me, then stood by, waiting for instructions.I bit my lower lip, debating whether calling for a meeting would help me identify the person or if I should just let the matter slide."Is there anything you’d like me to do, ma’am?" Hendrix asked, his deep voice calm."Yes, Hendrix," I said, my tone firm. "A video of Rachel’s outburst was posted online yesterday. I want to know who recorded it. Call all the staff to my office, now."For a split second, Hendrix lowered his gaze to the
{Martha’s POV}I walked further into the room, stopping where Rachel sat next to Mrs. Evans, her face buried in her hands. Nathan knelt beside her, rubbing her back in an attempt to console her as she continued sobbing.“She hates me, Brother!" Rachel wailed, lifting her tear-streaked face. "She’s been trying to steal my husband, she terminated my contract with your company, and now she wants to make me a laughingstock!""I’m sorry this is happening, Rachel," Nathan soothed. "I promise I’ll do everything I can to have the video taken down."I bit my lip, fighting back my irritation as I stepped closer."Rachel, I’m sorry this happened," I murmured, keeping my voice low. Nathan glanced up at me with sympathy in his eyes, but Mrs. Evans didn’t even spare me a glance.Rachel lifted her head, her expression twisting in disgust. I let a small, smug smile slip before masking it with feigned concern."I’m sorry if you think I’m against you because of everything that’s happened lately," I con
{Martha's POV}The next morning, I woke up before the sun had fully risen, its golden light barely peeking over the horizon. I slipped out of bed and made my way to Nathan’s door, standing hesitantly in front of the oak panels.After everything that had happened yesterday, Nathan’s anger, my guilt, there wasn’t much I could do now except apologize.I took a steady breath and knocked softly. No response. I knocked again, waiting a little longer, but still, nothing.Just as I reached for the handle, the door creaked open, revealing Nathan standing before me.His eyes met mine, softer than I had imagined all night. I thought he would avoid me or greet me with a frown, but instead, his expression was warm, almost comforting."I… I…" I stammered, lowering my gaze to the floor. My nails dug into my palms as I struggled to find my voice."You don’t have to apologize again, my love," Nathan’s calm voice pulled my gaze back to his. "You’re the CEO anyway, but…""Whatever I do from now on, I’ll
{Martha's POV}After a long bath, I walked down the stairs in a blue sweatshirt and leather pants, my hair pulled up into a ponytail with soft curls cascading over my shoulder. The living room was quiet, though I could hear Mrs. Evans and Carolina chatting in the kitchen, their conversation punctuated by the soft clinking of ceramic plates.I settled onto the couch, tucking my legs beneath me as I reached for the remote. I wanted to watch a rom-com, any kind I could find. It had been so long since I’d let myself unwind like that.But just as I switched on the TV, the living room door slid open. My heart skipped a beat when I saw Nathan walk in, carrying a small dark blue bag.I stood up immediately, rushing toward him, and we wrapped each other in a comforting embrace.Resting my head against his broad shoulder, I inhaled his familiar scent, a mix of warm musk and summer air. I had missed him so much. The last three days we’d spent together had mostly been him insisting that I rest an
{Martha's POV}I handed my bag and jacket to Carolina before walking toward Mrs. Evans and Peter. The atmosphere in the room was heavy, as if the air had suddenly thinned, or maybe that was just how I perceived it.Peter sat calmly, a worried expression plastered on his face, while Mrs. Evans had a slight arch in her brow. I spared Peter a brief glance before making my way to Mrs. Evans, taking a seat beside her."Martha, how was work today?" Mrs. Evans asked with a warm smile, though her gaze flickered toward Peter."All good," I replied, making an effort not to look in his direction. Mrs. Evans gave me a subtle knowing look before turning back to Peter."Mr. Henderson, I apologize for any inconvenience the cancellation of the investment contract may have caused," she said, and Peter’s gaze snapped to her. "We've been waiting for Martha to arrive so we could see if there's anything she can do."I swallowed hard, heat rising in my chest as I waited to see where this conversation was h
{Martha's POV}I had just finished wrapping things up in the office and was about to leave when Hendrix opened the car door for me. Just as I was about to step inside, the sharp clicking of heels on the pavement made me pause."Martha, how dare you?!"Rachel’s voice cut through the air like a blade. Before I could react, she lunged toward me, almost jabbing me in the ribs, but Hendrix was quick, he grabbed her arm, pulling her away before she could make contact.I turned in shock, my eyes widening at the sheer rage radiating from her. I hadn't expected her to react like this. Her face was flushed red, her breaths short and ragged. If I said I saw smoke coming out of her ears and nostrils, I wouldn’t be lying."Is this your way of getting back at us?" she cried, her voice trembling with fury. Her eyes glistened, on the verge of spilling tears. Her outburst had drawn attention, and soon enough, several employees rushed outside to witness the commotion.I blinked, feigning confusion. "Ra
{Martha's POV}I settled into my chair the moment I stepped into my office, my fingers drumming against the desk as I picked up a blue file and skimmed through it."This is going to be my comeback, Henderson," I murmured with a smirk before dropping the file back onto the table.The sound of the door opening made me look up expectantly, almost hoping Peter Henderson had walked in already, but it was too soon. Instead, Hendrix entered, holding the file Brea had just been carrying not long ago."Miss Evans, here are the termination documents for the Henderson," he said, extending the file to me.I took it from him, flipping through the pages briefly before setting it down."Alright, I'll call you if I need anything else," I told him. He nodded softly before turning and walking toward the door.My gaze lingered on the file, the smile on my lips unwavering, until a deep voice snapped me out of my thoughts.I looked up to see Peter Henderson striding into my office, dressed in a brown shir
{Martha's POV}"My love, I'm off to work," Nathan said as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on my neck before capturing my lips. "Please be okay and take care of yourself for me.""Alright, my love," I mumbled, watching him pick up his stethoscope from the bed and drape it around his neck before walking out of the room.I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection as I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I couldn’t deny that I was pretty, and it had been a while since I had taken the time to really look at myself.Walking over to the closet, I ran my fingers over the collection of corporate wear until they landed on a white formal blouse, a black jacket, and a fitted black skirt.I grabbed a pair of black court shoes before closing the closet. By the time I was dressed, Carolina walked into the room with a cup of coffee and a tray of cookies."Good morning, ma'am," she greeted, placing them on the table. "Sorry, I would’ve brought this earlier, but I got stuck in