The morning sun painted the sky with hues of orange and gold, but its warmth barely reached Rita’s heart as she sat by the roadside, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. The events of the past 24 hours felt like a cruel blur. Her body ached from the cold night under the bridge, and her spirit was bruised from the betrayal she had endured. But as the dawn broke, so did a spark of determination within her.
For the first time in years, Rita allowed herself to think about the life she had left behind, the life she had hidden from James and his family. She had walked away from luxury, wealth, and a powerful family name, all in pursuit of love and simplicity. But that love had proven to be nothing more than a mirage, leaving her stranded and broken.
No more, she thought. No more hiding. No more sacrificing herself for people who didn’t deserve her. It was time to reclaim the life she had abandoned.
Rita looked around, spotting a woman sweeping the dusty roadside in front of a small kiosk. Mustering her courage, she approached her. “Excuse me,” she said, her voice still hoarse. “Could I please borrow your phone? It’s an emergency.”
The woman eyed her curiously but nodded. She pulled out an old phone from her apron pocket and handed it to Rita. “Just be quick,” she said kindly.
Rita’s fingers trembled as she dialed a number she hadn’t called in four years. Her heart raced with anxiety as the phone rang, each beep feeling like an eternity. Would he even answer? Would he still care? Just as doubt began to creep in, the line connected.
“Hello?” The voice on the other end was deep and familiar, laced with both surprise and cautious hope. “Who is this?”
Rita’s throat tightened, and for a moment, she couldn’t speak. Tears welled in her eyes as she whispered, “Harry, it’s me. It’s Rita.”
There was a beat of silence, followed by an audible gasp. “Rita? Is it really you?” His voice cracked with emotion, disbelief mingling with joy. “My God, Rita! Where are you? Are you okay? Do you have any idea how worried we’ve all been?”
“I’m fine,” she lied, though her voice betrayed her vulnerability. “I need your help, Harry. I’m in Meru. I’ve lost everything, and I don’t know where else to turn.”
Harry’s response was immediate and filled with urgency. “Stay right where you are. I’m coming to get you. I’ll be on the next flight. Just tell me you’re safe.”
“I’m safe,” Rita replied softly, though the faint tremble in her voice hinted at the truth. “I’ll wait for you.”
“Don’t worry, sis,” Harry said, his tone firm and reassuring. “I’ll be there soon. You’re not alone anymore.”
As the call ended, Rita handed the phone back to the woman, her hands still shaking. “Thank you,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. The woman smiled kindly, sensing that the stranger before her was carrying a heavy burden.
Hours later, Rita sat on a bench at the edge of a local park, her mind swirling with memories and regrets. She thought about how she had walked away from her privileged life, driven by a longing for something real and untainted by wealth. She had believed in love, believed in James. But he had betrayed her in the cruelest way imaginable.
She clenched her fists, her resolve hardening. The woman who had been humiliated and discarded was gone. Rita wouldn’t allow herself to be a victim any longer. She would rise again, not for revenge, but for herself and the child she secretly carried.
The distant hum of a plane overhead drew her attention. Minutes later, a sleek black car pulled up near the park, and from it emerged Harry, her elder brother. His sharp suit and confident demeanor exuded authority, but his eyes softened the moment he saw her.
“Rita!” he called, rushing toward her. His voice was filled with relief, and his arms enveloped her in a protective embrace. “You’re really here. I can’t believe it.”
Rita broke down in his arms, the weight of the past few days finally spilling over. “I’m so sorry, Harry,” she sobbed. “I should’ve never left. I thought I could find happiness on my own, but I was wrong. I need you. I need my family.”
Harry held her tightly, his own eyes glistening with tears. “Don’t apologize, sis. You’re here now, and that’s all that matters. We’ve missed you so much. Mom and Dad will be overjoyed to see you.”
Rita pulled back; her tear-streaked face filled with hesitation. “Do they even want to see me? I abandoned them. I didn’t even tell them where I was.”
Harry cupped her face, his expression resolute. “They love you, Rita. We all do. And whatever you’ve been through, we’ll face it together. You’re family, and that’s something that never changes.”
His words warmed her heart, and for the first time in years, Rita felt a glimmer of hope. As she stepped into the car with Harry, leaving behind the town that had brought her so much pain, she knew she was taking the first step toward reclaiming her life.
As the black car pulled into the grand estate, Rita felt her breath hitch. The sprawling mansion stood tall and regal, just as she had left it years ago. Its polished marble façade gleamed in the sunlight, the large fountain at its entrance bubbling serenely. Memories of her childhood came rushing back, moments of laughter, love, and luxury. Yet, mingled with those memories were flashes of the day she walked away, defiant and determined to chart her own path.
The sight of familiar faces greeted her as the car came to a stop. The estate’s workers, some of whom had practically raised her, stood in a neat line, their faces lit with joy. The housekeeper, Auntie Beth, was the first to rush forward, her arms wide open. “My baby is home!” she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Rita stepped out of the car, and before she could say a word, she was enveloped in Auntie Beth’s warm embrace. The older woman sobbed openly, murmuring words of endearment. “We’ve missed you so much, my dear. Welcome home.”
The other staff followed, their cheers and applause filling the air. They showered her with words of love and admiration, their happiness palpable. It was as though the prodigal daughter had returned, and they were determined to make her feel cherished.
Harry stood beside her, his hand resting on her shoulder. “They’ve missed you, sis. We all have,” he said, his voice laced with emotion.
As Rita was ushered into the mansion, she was overwhelmed by the sight that awaited her. The grand foyer, adorned with crystal chandeliers and intricate carvings, was decorated with fresh flowers. The dining hall was transformed into a festive space, with a long table laden with sumptuous dishes. The aroma of roasted meats, freshly baked bread, and exotic spices filled the air.
The staff had prepared a feast fit for royalty a testament to how much they adored her. Rita’s heart swelled with gratitude, but a pang of guilt lingered. She had left all of this behind, and yet they welcomed her back without hesitation.
Her mother, elegantly dressed and radiant as ever, appeared at the top of the staircase. Her eyes filled with tears as she descended, her steps quickening until she reached Rita. “My darling girl,” she whispered, pulling Rita into a tight embrace. “You’re home. You’re finally home.”
“I’m so sorry, Mama,” Rita choked out, her voice breaking. “I shouldn’t have left. I shouldn’t have,”
“Shh,” her mother interrupted, stroking her hair gently. “You’re here now, and that’s all that matters. We’ve missed you more than you can imagine.”
For a moment, Rita allowed herself to bask in the love and comfort of her family. But as her mother pulled back, she noticed a figure standing at the edge of the room, his arms crossed and his face stern.
Her father.
Richard Moreau, the patriarch of the family, was a formidable man. His presence commanded respect, and his sharp eyes seemed to see straight through a person’s soul. He stepped forward slowly, his polished shoes echoing against the marble floor.
“Rita,” he said, his voice deep and measured. “It’s good to see you alive and well.”
Rita swallowed hard, her father’s tone far from warm. She stepped closer, her hands clasped tightly. “Papa,
“Save it,” he interrupted, his expression unreadable. “You left this family against my wishes. You defied me, married a man unworthy of you, and disappeared without a word. And now you come back broken.”
His words were like a slap, each one cutting deeper than the last. Rita’s eyes filled with tears, but she stood her ground. “I know I’ve made mistakes, Papa,” she said softly. “I thought I was following my heart, but I was wrong. I’ve paid the price for my choices.”
Her father’s gaze softened ever so slightly, but his stern demeanor remained. “Your heart led you astray, Rita. And now you return to this family after all the pain you’ve caused. Do you think an apology is enough?”
“Richard,” her mother interjected gently, placing a hand on his arm. “She’s been through enough. Let her heal.”
Richard sighed deeply, his shoulders relaxing ever so slightly. “You’re still my daughter, Rita,” he said, his voice quieter. “But trust is something that must be earned. I hope you’re ready to work for it.”
Rita nodded, her voice steady despite the lump in her throat. “I’ll do whatever it takes, Papa. I’m ready.”
The tension in the room eased, and Harry placed a reassuring hand on Rita’s shoulder. “Welcome home, sis,” he said with a smile. “Let’s celebrate your return.”
The feast was in full swing, laughter and chatter filling the grand dining hall as the family celebrated Rita’s return. Servants moved gracefully between the tables, serving delectable dishes and pouring glasses of fine wine. Rita, seated between her mother and Harry, felt a bittersweet warmth settle in her chest. For the first time in years, she was surrounded by love, the kind of love she had almost forgotten existed.
Her mother leaned over, placing a hand gently on hers. “You’re glowing, my dear,” she said with a smile. “Despite everything, you still look as radiant as ever.”
Rita chuckled softly, brushing her fingers over her cheek. “If only I felt as radiant as I look,” she replied, a touch of sadness in her tone.
Harry, ever the attentive brother, picked up on her hesitation. “Something on your mind, sis?” he asked, tilting his head. “You’ve got that look, the one you always had when you were hiding something as a kid.”
Rita hesitated, her eyes darting between her brother and her mother. She had intended to keep her pregnancy a secret, at least for now. The betrayal she had endured, coupled with the heartbreak of James’ rejection, made her wary of sharing such a personal revelation. But as she looked around the room, taking in the warmth of her family and the joy of her homecoming, she realized this was her safe haven. These were the people who would stand by her no matter what.
Taking a deep breath, Rita placed her hands on the table and cleared her throat. The conversations around her quieted, all eyes turning to her. Even her father, who had been silently watching from the head of the table, raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
“I have something to tell you,” Rita began, her voice trembling slightly. “Something I wasn’t sure I’d be able to share, but I think you all deserve to know.”
Harry leaned forward; his concern evident. “What is it, Rita? Are you okay?”
Her mother’s hand tightened over hers, a silent gesture of support. Rita drew strength from it as she spoke the words that had been weighing on her heart. “I’m pregnant.”
The room fell silent, the weight of her announcement sinking in. For a moment, no one spoke, and Rita’s heart raced with anxiety. Then, her mother gasped, her hands flying to her mouth as tears welled in her eyes.
“Oh, my baby,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “You’re going to be a mother.”
Harry’s face lit up with a mixture of surprise and joy. “Rita, that’s incredible!” he exclaimed, pulling her into a tight hug. “Why didn’t you tell us sooner?”
Rita’s voice cracked as she replied, “I was scared. With everything that’s happened, I didn’t know if I could handle the responsibility or if I deserved to be happy after everything I’ve been through.”
Her brother pulled back, his hands resting firmly on her shoulders. “You deserve every bit of happiness, Rita. And don’t you ever doubt that again. This baby is a blessing, and we’ll all be here to support you.”
Her mother nodded in agreement, wiping away her tears. “You’re not alone, my dear. You’ve never been alone. This child will bring so much joy to our family.”
As her parents exchanged glances, her father’s stoic expression softened ever so slightly. He stood, walking toward her with measured steps, and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Rita,” he said, his voice deep but kind, “you’ve been through more than most people could endure. And while I’m still angry about the choices you made, I can see how much you’ve grown. This child is your second chance, a new beginning. Don’t waste it.”
Rita looked up at her father, her eyes brimming with tears. “Thank you, Papa,” she whispered. “I’ll do my best. I promise.”
With the support of her family, she was sure to rise again and get back at the villain’s that wasted her three years and made her life miserable.
As Rita was ushered into the mansion, she was overwhelmed by the sight that awaited her. The grand foyer, adorned with crystal chandeliers and intricate carvings, was decorated with fresh flowers. The dining hall was transformed into a festive space, with a long table laden with sumptuous dishes. The aroma of roasted meats, freshly baked bread, and exotic spices filled the air.The staff had prepared a feast fit for royalty a testament to how much they adored her. Rita’s heart swelled with gratitude, but a pang of guilt lingered. She had left all of this behind, and yet they welcomed her back without hesitation.Her mother, elegantly dressed and radiant as ever, appeared at the top of the staircase. Her eyes filled with tears as she descended, her steps quickening until she reached Rita. “My darling girl,” she whispered, pulling Rita into a tight embrace. “You’re home. You’re finally home.”“I’m so sorry, Mama,” Rita choked out, her voice breaking. “I shouldn’t have left. I shouldn’t
A week had passed since Rita had confronted her father about her place in the family business. The heated discussion still echoed in her mind, but she remained firm in her decision. Unlike her brothers, who had been groomed from childhood to take over the company, Rita wanted to carve her own path. If she were to prove herself, it wouldn't be by walking into the boardroom as a privileged heiress. She would start from the bottom and earn her way up.Dressed in a modest blouse and pencil skirt, Rita stepped into Blackwood Enterprises as an ordinary employee. She had refused any special treatment from her father, insisting that if she was to learn how the company truly operated, she had to experience it from the ground level. Her official title: Junior Secretary in the Administration Department.The buzzing atmosphere of the open office space was a stark contrast to the luxurious top-floor suites where her father and brothers spent their days. Rita took a deep breath, adjusting to the un
Rita sat in her small office, exhausted but determined. The past few weeks had been grueling, with constant sabotage and hostility from her colleagues. Yet, she had stood her ground. Just as she was about to take a short break, the door creaked open, and her elder brother, Nathan, stepped inside."I heard you’re having a tough time here," Nathan said, crossing his arms as he studied her face. "Is there something you’re not telling me?"Rita sighed, leaning back in her chair. "Nathan, I can handle it. I knew this wouldn’t be easy, and I don’t expect any special treatment. Let them think what they want—I’ll prove them wrong."Nathan shook his head, concern flashing in his eyes. "That’s not the point. I know you’re strong, but you don’t have to fight this battle alone. And besides... you need to be more careful. You’re pregnant, Rita. You shouldn’t be stressing yourself out like this."Rita tensed for a moment before regaining her composure. "I know my limits, Nathan. Just because I’m pr
The office buzzed with its usual morning rhythm: phones ringing, keyboards clicking, and murmured conversations floating through the air. Yet, as Rita stepped into the building, it was as if time itself hesitated to catch its breath.Dressed impeccably in a bold red dress that radiated confidence, Rita strode past the rows of desks with a radiant smile on her lips. She exuded an air of triumph, a stark contrast to the defeated figure some had expected after the previous night's ordeal. Heads turned as she made her way to her desk, her poise unshaken by the whispers that rippled through the office.Margaret, seated near the corner office, froze mid-sentence when her eyes landed on Rita. The blood drained from her face, leaving her with a pale, almost ghostly complexion. She had been certain that the events of the previous night would leave Rita broken, disheveled, or better yet—missing entirely. How could she possibly be standing here, grinning as if nothing had happened?Rita's eyes l
As she settled at her desk, the whispers turned into outright ridicule. A group of employees near the coffee station exchanged exaggerated laughs, their voices deliberately loud enough for her to hear.“Must be nice to have someone open doors for you,” one of them said, her tone mocking. “I wonder what it costs to get that kind of service.”“Probably more than we make in a year,” another replied, his laughter echoing through the room.Rita paused, her fingers hovering over her keyboard. She glanced up, her sharp eyes scanning the room. The laughter died down, but the smirks remained. She could feel the weight of their judgment pressing down on her, the sting of their words cutting deeper than she cared to admit.Taking a deep breath, Rita stood and walked toward the coffee station, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. The group fell silent as she approached, their smug expressions faltering under her unwavering gaze.“Good morning,” Rita said, her voice calm but firm. “I couldn
Before Rita could respond to Margaret’s veiled threat, a calm voice interrupted the unfolding scene. “Margaret,” the voice said, firm but composed, “I think that’s enough.”Everyone turned to see Daniel, a marketing analyst who rarely drew attention to himself. His presence was unassuming, yet in this moment, his confidence filled the room, commanding respect. Daniel walked toward Rita’s desk, his sharp blue eyes locking onto Margaret’s with an unyielding determination that immediately silenced her.“Why do you find it necessary to humiliate a colleague in front of everyone?” he asked, his tone even but cutting. “This is a professional workplace, not a tabloid.”Margaret’s lips parted in surprise, her usual arrogance faltering under Daniel’s scrutiny. “I don’t know what you mean,” she replied, though her voice lacked conviction. “I was simply addressing the concerns circulating within the office.”“Concerns that you’ve clearly fueled,” Daniel shot back without hesitation. “Let me remi
The boardroom hummed with anticipation as the employees eagerly awaited Nathan’s big announcement. The air was electric, the kind of tension that preceded monumental changes. Rita sat quietly beside her father, Richard Moreau, whose expression betrayed a rare blend of pride and composure. Nathan, standing at the podium, glanced at his sister, silently reassuring her that everything would go as planned.But just as Nathan opened his mouth to speak, the sound of the doors swinging open echoed across the room. Heads turned toward the interruption, and the atmosphere shifted abruptly. Strutting in with an air of unearned confidence was none other than Linet, the governor’s daughter. Her heels clacked against the polished floor, her movements unapologetically bold. By her side was another woman, younger and less familiar—Anita, whose sharp eyes scanned the room as if she owned it.Gasps rippled through the audience, followed by murmurs of confusion. Linet, oblivious to the tension in the r
Nathan narrowed his eyes, his expression skeptical. “You’re saying we let her run her mouth and make a fool of herself just to see what she’s up to?”Rita nodded. “Exactly. It’s clear she’s been sent here for a reason, and if we force her out now, we might lose the opportunity to uncover the truth. Let her stay—for now. But we’ll keep a close eye on her and whoever is pulling the strings.”Richard exhaled heavily, his displeasure still evident. “Fine,” he said reluctantly. “But I’m doing this for you, Rita. The moment she crosses a line—”“She’ll have to answer to us,” Rita finished, her voice firm. “Trust me, Papa. We’ll handle this.”Nathan exchanged a glance with their father, then sighed. “Alright, I’ll go along with this—for now. But if they think they can waltz in here and take over, they’re in for a rude awakening.”Rita gave them a small smile before turning her attention back to the front of the room, where Linet and Anita were now laughing and chatting with a small group of
Adrian sat in his office, staring blankly at the papers on his desk. The weight of everything that had happened in the last few weeks pressed heavily on him. Rita was distant, her trust in him fractured, and their future uncertain. Every attempt to bridge the growing gap between them seemed futile. He had made a mess of things with Sophie, and now, with the baby on the way, everything seemed to be spiraling out of his control.He rubbed his temples, trying to stave off the headache that was threatening to take over, when suddenly, his phone rang. The caller ID flashed: Father.Adrian froze. His father. The one person he had been trying to avoid, the one person whose approval he had always sought but never received. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself, and then answered the call."Adrian," his father's stern voice came through the phone, sending a chill down his spine. "We need to talk."Adrian’s stomach churned. He had known this moment would come. He knew it had been in
And with that, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the apartment, leaving Adrian standing in the doorway, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.He had made his choice. He had to. And he would face whatever consequences came with it. But one thing was certain — he would not let Sophie stand in the way of his future with Rita. Not anymore.Rita sat on the edge of their bed, staring out of the window, her thoughts heavy and clouded. The days seemed to blur together, and the weight in her chest only grew with each passing one. She had always prided herself on being strong, on knowing when something was wrong, but this time, she felt like she was drowning in uncertainty.Since the confrontation with Sophie, something had shifted. Adrian was different — distant, more withdrawn. The tenderness that had once marked his every action towards her had become scarce, replaced with a cool formality. It was subtle at first, the small things — the lack of the playful touches, the absen
Adrian sat in the quiet of the living room, his thoughts swirling in a storm of confusion, guilt, and frustration. He had never once wanted Sophie in his life. The engagement had been arranged by their families years ago, long before he even met Rita. At first, it had been a simple, distant arrangement, one he never took seriously. But Sophie? She took it all too seriously. She clung to him, her arrogance and entitlement clouding every interaction, while he did everything he could to avoid her.His parents, especially his mother, had never stopped pressing him about Sophie, reminding him of the "important alliance" it would solidify. They saw the marriage as a business arrangement — a union that could strengthen their family’s standing, a way to bring in wealth, influence, and connections. But for Adrian, it was never about that. He had no interest in Sophie’s social status or her family’s power. What he wanted, what he had always wanted, was a life of his own, a life built on passion
Rita had barely rubbed the sleep from her eyes when the sharp knock echoed through the apartment. She glanced at the clock — 7:30 AM. It was too early for a visit, especially after the strange thoughts from last night still weighed on her mind. Who could it be?Pushing herself up from the couch, Rita shuffled towards the door, her bare feet against the cold floor. As she reached for the handle, the door swung open with force, and before she could react, a woman stepped past her, brushing Rita aside as if she didn’t exist."Excuse me!" Rita snapped, her heart racing with a mix of confusion and irritation. She wasn’t used to being treated this way in her own home.The woman was tall, with sharp features and an air of arrogance that made Rita’s blood boil. Her eyes scanned the living room dismissively before landing back on Rita."I’m Sophie," the woman said, her voice dripping with disdain as she stood in the middle of the living room. "I’m here to see Adrian. Where is he?"Rita’s jaw t
The days were warm and tender, colored with laughter, gentle music, and the soft rustling of baby clothes being arranged in drawers. Rita was glowing. Her belly had blossomed into full roundness, and her steps were slower, but graceful. Her cheeks were fuller, her eyes softer, and her smile — oh, her smile could light up their entire home.To everyone, it seemed like a perfect time. Rita was safe, happy, loved. But for Adrian, a storm brewed beneath the still surface.He would watch her from across the room — one hand on her belly, the other flipping through a baby book, her eyes twinkling with anticipation — and guilt would claw at his chest.He should have told her long ago. He should have come clean before the baby’s kicks grew stronger, before they painted the nursery, before she wrote down a list of names and laughed when he jokingly added "Thor."But every time he tried, the words failed him. He'd open his mouth, but her joy was too precious, too pure — he couldn’t bear to dim i
The plane touched down in the early hours of the morning, the golden rays of sunrise stretching lazily across the horizon as if to welcome Rita and Adrian back to their quiet corner of the world. The past weeks had been nothing short of stormy — Antony’s funeral, the uncovering of betrayal, the chaos at the company — and though they had held each other through it all, they were both silently craving the peace of home.As they stepped out of the cab and onto the familiar cobbled pathway of their apartment block, the cool breeze of the city wrapped around them like a long-lost friend. Rita clutched her small suitcase in one hand and instinctively reached for Adrian’s with the other. Her baby bump, now more visible than before, was the quiet promise of new beginnings.She had barely opened the gate when she heard it:"Miss Rita! You're back!" a small voice shrieked.Rita turned just in time to see little Naomi — the bubbly seven-year-old from next door — sprinting toward her in her pajam
Mary had waited long enough.She watched from the hallway as Linet lounged on the plush living room couch, sipping mango juice from a tall glass, her feet resting on a velvet ottoman. The air reeked of lavender perfume and fake sweetness — both of which made Mary’s blood simmer.She didn’t hate Linet. No, hate was too small a word. What she felt was disgust — a deep-rooted fury that this woman, this imposter, had the audacity to play the whole family for fools.Enough was enough.Mary took a deep breath, her phone tightly clenched in her hand. The screen still displayed the picture she had taken three nights ago — Linet laughing wildly with a bottle of wine in hand, her ‘baby bump’ hidden behind the haze of lies.She stepped in. Calm, steady… lethal.“Enjoying your juice?” Mary asked, her voice low and sharp.Linet glanced up lazily and offered a tight smile. “Very much. Francis had it chilled just the way I like.”Mary smiled too — only hers was ice cold. She walked over, dropped her
Days turned into weeks, and Linet wore her fabricated pregnancy like a royal cloak — commanding, dramatic, and laced with pretense. She had mastered every symptom, every mood swing, and every emotional outburst that came with it.With each passing day, her in-laws grew softer around her. Francis, once cold and unsure, was now her doting shadow — ready to fulfill every whim with pride. Linet had finally won the attention she had craved, and she wasn’t about to let it slip through her fingers.She lounged in the living room with her feet propped up on an ornate footrest, flipping through magazines as Francis gently rubbed her shoulders. “You’ve been so tense lately,” he murmured.“Well, carrying a baby while managing a household filled with expectations isn’t easy,” she said with a tired sigh. “But I’m doing my best.”Francis smiled faintly and kissed her forehead. “You’re doing amazing, babe. I’m really proud of you.”From the corner of the room, Mary watched in silence, biting her ton
Mary had always been quiet — observant, but never idle. She had a talent for reading between the lines, and lately, those lines had become increasingly blurry where Linet was concerned. The announcement of her pregnancy had come out of nowhere. No build-up, no symptoms, just a declaration that stunned the household and left Mary unconvinced.She had noticed the subtle things first. The way Linet continued to wear tight-fitting clothes well into her second supposed month. How she dodged family invitations to visit the clinic for a scan. How she never showed any signs of fatigue or nausea, always claiming to be “feeling great” with a wide, almost rehearsed smile.Something was off.Mary wasn’t confrontational by nature, but this time, she couldn’t ignore her instincts. She started to quietly follow Linet’s movements, watching, waiting. It took time — over a week of subtle surveillance, late-night parking outside the estate, and whispered questions to the household help.Then, on a breez