Chapter 22

It was Saturday.

Freya went about her business, catering to the few customers who showed up to patronize her. Nothing much happened that day and she had resorted to using her food truck business as a therapeutic escape from the turmoil at home.

She had been walking on eggshells throughout that week, wary of Imelda's wicked schemes. Imelda said nothing about the debt or the deadline of payment throughout that week and that made her feel a little bit relieved as she hadn't made the full amount yet. Although she had managed to generate a tangible amount, which she struggled to get with much difficulty, it still wasn't enough.

As she prepared gourmet burgers, lost in thought, Freya reflected on her numerous problems and shook her head in self-loathing, reproaching herself for accepting Imelda's offer in the first place. She despised her own desperation for clouding her judgment.

The catastrophic events unfolding in her life were a nightmare she wouldn't wish on her worst enemy.

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