I just want my life back.

The day was bright and sunny. The usual routine at Hazel’s mansion unfolded with precision. The maids and butler had completed their chores and served Hazel her breakfast. A serene silence enveloped the grand estate, only to be disturbed by the sound of Harden’s car pulling into the garage. The butler, ever attentive, hurried to greet him, following close behind as Harden entered the mansion.

“Good morning, boss,” the butler greeted respectfully. Harden responded with a nod, not breaking his stride as he made his way upstairs.

Reaching Hazel’s room, Harden knocked twice but received no answer. His brow furrowed slightly, and he decided to open the door. The room was eerily quiet. Harden glanced around but couldn’t find Hazel. He checked the balcony—nothing. The only sign of her presence was her half-eaten breakfast on the table.

Just as he was about to call her, a faint sound from the bathroom caught his attention. It was the unmistakable sound of someone retching. Harden’s heart sank