Chapter Eighteen
Anderson sat in his office, his gaze fixed on the skyline as the city buzzed with life below. Despite the looming threat from the board, he felt a renewed sense of purpose. Agnes’s plan was bold, but it was exactly the kind of move he needed to shake things up and regain control of his company. The meeting with NovaTech was set for later in the week, and Anderson was determined to walk in prepared, armed with the leverage he needed to secure the deal on his terms. Agnes knocked softly on the door before stepping inside, a stack of documents in her hands. She looked confident, her demeanor a mix of professional poise and personal determination. Anderson watched her approach, a flicker of gratitude sparking in his chest. She had been relentless in her support, pushing him to take the necessary risks when he felt cornered. “Everything’s set for the NovaTech meeting,” Agnes said, placing the documents on his desk. “I’ve outlined a few strategies we can use to negotiate better terms. It’s not going to be easy, but if we position this right, we can protect your stake and keep control.” Anderson nodded, picking up the papers and scanning the contents. “Good work, Agnes,” he said, his tone softening slightly. “I appreciate you stepping up like this. I know I haven’t exactly been easy to work with lately.” Agnes shrugged, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You’ve had a lot on your plate,” she replied. “But we’ll get through it. Just remember, this is your company. You’ve built it from the ground up, and no one knows it better than you do.” Anderson glanced up, meeting her gaze. He could see the genuine concern in her eyes, the quiet determination that had kept her by his side even when things seemed hopeless. For the first time in a long while, he felt like he wasn’t fighting this battle alone. “Thanks, Agnes,” Anderson said, his voice filled with sincerity. “I needed to hear that.” Agnes nodded, her smile widening. “Anytime. Just keep your head up, Anderson. You’ve got this.” As Agnes turned to leave, Anderson watched her go, a complicated mix of gratitude and caution swirling in his thoughts. He knew she had her own motives, her own reasons for sticking around. But for now, he was willing to take her help, to lean on her as they navigated the treacherous waters of corporate politics together. --- Meanwhile, at Michael’s office, the arrival of Martha had already begun to stir the waters. She moved through the office with an air of familiarity, her presence a stark contrast to the usual assistants who had come and gone. She was efficient, proactive, and seemed to anticipate Michael’s needs before he even voiced them. But her presence also carried a weight of history that Michael couldn’t ignore. Michael sat at his desk, watching as Martha organized the paperwork scattered across his office. She moved with a grace that was almost hypnotic, her every action a subtle reminder of their shared past. He couldn’t help but feel a tug of nostalgia, a pull towards the days when things were less complicated, when his world hadn’t yet become a tangled web of unmet expectations and simmering resentments. “Here are the documents for your meeting with the investors,” Martha said, her voice smooth as she set a neat stack of papers in front of him. “I’ve highlighted the key points and drafted a proposal based on the preliminary discussions.” Michael nodded, his eyes lingering on her for a moment too long. “Thanks, Martha,” he said, his tone measured. “You’ve picked up things quickly. I have to admit, it’s a relief to have someone who knows how I work.” Martha smiled, her eyes meeting his with a familiar glint. “I’ve always known how you work, Michael,” she replied, her voice carrying a hint of something more. “I’m here to make things easier for you. That’s what I do.” Michael’s gaze flicked to the door, the reminder of Wanda and the life he was trying to build tugging at the edges of his conscience. He cleared his throat, pushing aside the thoughts that threatened to cloud his judgment. “Just keep it professional,” he said firmly, though his voice lacked conviction. “We’ve both moved on.” Martha’s smile remained, but her eyes darkened slightly, a flicker of defiance crossing her features. “Of course, Michael,” she said, though her tone suggested otherwise. “I’m here to help, nothing more.” Michael watched her return to her desk, his mind wrestling with the complexities of their renewed proximity. He knew hiring her was a risky move, one that could easily backfire. But in his current state, juggling the pressures of work and the unraveling threads of his marriage, he couldn’t deny the allure of having someone who understood him, who knew how to navigate his world with ease. As the day wore on, Michael found himself leaning on Martha more and more. She anticipated his needs, handled the difficult tasks, and, perhaps most importantly, provided a distraction from the tension at home. It was easier to lose himself in work, to focus on the immediate tasks at hand, than to confront the growing chasm between him and Wanda. --- Back at the apartment, Wanda could feel the strain of Michael’s absence growing with each passing day. He came home late, left early, and when he was around, he was cold and distant. She had tried to bridge the gap, to remind him of the promises he had made, but every attempt was met with indifference or outright disdain. As Wanda stood in the kitchen, preparing another dinner that she knew would likely go uneaten, her thoughts drifted to the early days of their relationship. She remembered how Michael had looked at her back then, with eyes full of hope and determination. He had promised her a fresh start, a life free from the shadows of the past. But now, it seemed like every interaction was just another reminder of how far they had drifted from that dream. Wanda’s mind wandered to the argument they had had just days before, Michael’s harsh words still ringing in her ears. He had accused her of being a burden, of dragging him down with her problems. She had felt the sting of his disdain, the weight of his resentment pressing down on her like a vice. And for the first time, she had begun to wonder if they would ever find their way back to each other. Lost in thought, Wanda didn’t hear the door open until Michael walked into the kitchen, his expression hard and unreadable. He glanced at the table, taking in the dinner she had prepared without a word. Wanda forced a smile, trying to muster the courage to break through the icy wall between them. “Dinner’s ready,” she said softly, her voice tinged with hope. “I made your favorite.” Michael barely glanced at her, his focus already drifting as he pulled out his phone and checked his messages. “I’m not hungry,” he said flatly, his tone dismissive. “I ate at the office.” Wanda felt the familiar sting of rejection, her heart sinking as she watched him move past her without a second glance. “Michael, can we at least try to talk?” she asked, her voice trembling. “We need to figure this out. You promised me—” “Wanda, I’m tired,” Michael cut her off, his patience wearing thin. “I’ve been dealing with work all day, and the last thing I need is another argument. Just let it go.” Wanda’s eyes filled with tears, the ache in her chest growing sharper. She wanted to scream, to force him to see the pain he was causing, but she knew it would be pointless. Michael was already checked out, his mind elsewhere, and no amount of pleading would change that. Michael glanced at her, his expression softening for a brief moment. “Look, Wanda,” he said, his voice strained. “I know things aren’t great right now, but I need time. I can’t deal with everything all at once.” Wanda nodded, wiping her eyes as she tried to hold herself together. “I understand,” she whispered, though the words felt hollow. “I just… I miss you, Michael.” Michael sighed, his frustration evident. He walked over to the couch and sat down, his attention shifting back to his phone. “I’ll be in my office,” he said without looking up. “We can talk later.” Wanda watched him go, her shoulders slumping as she returned to the kitchen. She stared at the untouched dinner, the silence of the apartment echoing her own sense of loneliness. She had tried to be patient, to give Michael the space he said he needed, but each day felt like another step further from the life they had promised each other. --- The next morning, Michael arrived at his office, his mind already buzzing with the day’s agenda. Martha was there, as usual, her presence a steadying force in the chaos of his professional life. She handed him his schedule, her eyes meeting his with a knowing look that spoke volumes. “You’ve got a meeting with the investors at ten,” Martha said, her voice brisk as she went over the details. “I’ve prepared the documents and sent a brief to your team. And there’s a lunch with the potential partners at twelve.” Michael nodded, grateful for her efficiency. “Thanks, Martha. I appreciate you handling this,” he said, though his voice lacked the warmth it once held. He couldn’t afford to let his guard down—not now, with so much on the line. Martha smiled, her gaze lingering on him for a moment longer than necessary. “It’s what I’m here for,” she replied, her tone light but with an undercurrent that Michael couldn’t quite place. “You know you can count on me.” Michael glanced at her, his thoughts a tangled web of conflicted feelings. He knew he was treading dangerous ground, that allowing Martha back into his life was a risk that could easily spiral out of control. But as he looked at the stack of tasks ahead of him, the never-ending demands of his role, he couldn’t deny the comfort of having someone who understood. As Martha walked away, Michael’s phone buzzed with a new message. He glanced at the screen, his heart sinking as he read Wanda’s name. **Wanda:** *We need to talk. I’m scared, Michael. This can’t go on.* Michael stared at the message, his mind warring between the obligations of his work and the crumbling foundation of his marriage. He knew he needed to respond, to face the reality of what was happening between him and Wanda. But as he stood there, surrounded by the trappings of his success, he couldn’t bring himself to type the words. Instead, he shoved the phone back into his pocket, turning his attention to the meeting ahead. There would be time to deal with Wanda later, he told himself. For now, he had more pressing matters to attend to. But as Michael settled into the routine of his day, the weight of his choices hung heavy on his shoulders, a constant reminder of the life he was struggling to keep from falling apart. And somewhere in the quiet recesses of his mind, Michael couldn’t shake the nagging sense that, no matter how hard he tried to compartmentalize, the walls he had built were slowly closing in.Chapter Nineteen Wanda sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap. The silence of the room felt oppressive, each tick of the clock amplifying the tension that had been building for weeks. She had replayed this conversation in her head a thousand times, rehearsing the words she needed to say, the resolve she needed to muster. But now, as she faced the reality of confronting Michael, her heart pounded with a mix of fear and determination. It had been exactly one month since she had signed the contract marriage with Michael, one month since she had thought she was stepping into a new life that would offer her the stability and security she so desperately needed. But the past weeks had been anything but stable. The man who had once promised her a fresh start had become someone unrecognizable—cold, distant, and increasingly cruel. Wanda took a deep breath, steeling herself as she heard the front door creak open. Mich
Chapter Twenty Anderson sat in the dimly lit corner of his favorite restaurant, tapping his fingers on the table as he waited for Agnes to arrive. The stress of the upcoming meeting with NovaTech weighed heavily on his mind, the potential partnership a high-stakes gamble that could either save his company or compromise his control. He needed everything to go perfectly, and Agnes’s involvement had become more crucial than ever. Agnes walked in, her presence commanding as she scanned the room and spotted Anderson. She smiled, making her way over to the table with a confidence that belied the complexities of her intentions. Anderson stood to greet her, their interaction marked by a familiarity that had developed over weeks of working closely together. “Sorry I’m late,” Agnes said, sliding into the seat across from him. “Traffic was a nightmare.” Anderson shrugged, forcing a smile. “No worries. I’m just glad you’re here. We’ve got a lot to go over.” Agnes nodded, pulling out her tabl
Chapter Twenty-One Anderson sat in his office, the morning sun casting a warm glow through the large windows behind him. The meeting with NovaTech was in a few hours, and while he felt somewhat reassured by the strategies he and Agnes had mapped out, a lingering unease still gnawed at the back of his mind. He stared at the financial reports laid out on his desk, the numbers swimming before his eyes as he tried to steady his thoughts. His phone buzzed, pulling him from his reverie. It was Agnes, her message brief and efficient as always. **Agnes:** *On my way to the office. Let’s go over the game plan one more time before the meeting.* Anderson typed a quick response, setting his phone aside as he leaned back in his chair. He appreciated Agnes’s thoroughness—her attention to detail had been a crucial asset in preparing for this deal. But something about her intensity, her relentless drive, left him feeling slightly off-balan
Chapter Twenty-Two Wanda woke up to the sound of Michael’s voice echoing down the hallway, his sharp tone cutting through the quiet of the morning. She lay still for a moment, the tension in her body refusing to ease. It had been weeks since she had felt any semblance of peace in their home, each day marked by Michael’s increasing disdain and the cold wall he had built between them. She pulled herself out of bed, moving sluggishly toward the bathroom. The mirror reflected a version of herself she hardly recognized—eyes dull and heavy, skin pale from sleepless nights and the constant weight of stress. Wanda sighed, splashing water on her face in an attempt to shake off the fatigue that clung to her. As she stepped into the kitchen, the familiar sight of Michael seated at the table with Martha hit her like a punch to the gut. They were laughing, their heads close together as they pored over some documents. Michael’s face was animated, a st
Chapter Twenty-Three Anderson sat beside Wanda in the hospital waiting room, his heart heavy with concern as he watched her wipe away her tears. He couldn’t believe how much she had changed in such a short period—the vibrant, confident woman he had once known now seemed so fragile and lost. Her face was pale, and her eyes were red-rimmed, haunted by the weight of all she had endured. He felt a surge of anger at the thought of what Michael must have put her through, but he pushed it aside, focusing on the immediate need to comfort her. Gently, he took her hand in his, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a soothing motion. “Wanda,” Anderson began softly, his voice filled with concern. “You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m here for you… if you need anything, please just tell me.” Wanda looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and pain. She felt a lump form in her throat as she tried to speak,
Chapter Twenty-Four Michael’s grip on Wanda’s arm was tight as he dragged her out of the car and into the house. His jaw was set in a hard line, his eyes filled with fury as they crossed the threshold. Wanda stumbled slightly, her arm aching from where Michael had held her too tightly, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tried to keep up with his furious pace. As soon as the front door slammed shut behind them, Michael spun around to face her, his eyes blazing with anger. “What the hell was that, Wanda?” he roared, his voice echoing off the walls. “What were you doing with him? Are you trying to humiliate me?” Wanda flinched at the volume of his voice, her heart pounding in her chest. “Michael, please… I wasn’t doing anything wrong,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over his shouting. “I just ran into Anderson at the hospital. He was being kind… he was only comforting me.” “Comforting you?” Michael sneered, his
Wanda Skyes sat on the water closet, her face dulled and worried. "Please, let it be positive this time." She mumbled softly in a cracked voice with her eyes seriously fixed on the pregnancy tube in her hand, impatiently waiting for the result.Wanda's legs were involuntarily shaking as she kept blinking her eyes at the object in her left hand. And soon, it was about time to see the result. She closed her eyes tightly before gradually opening it to see what her fate was."Wanda." A thick loud voice called from the other side of the bathroom door. The voice startled Wanda to the core, almost dropping the tube on the floor. "Shit!" She exclaimed with a fearful tone."Get the hell out here now!" The male voice added. It was Andrew, Wanda's cruel husband. "Wanda, open the damn door right now!" He yelled at the top of his thick voice again, hitting the door continuously."I-i coming..." Wanda stammered, trying to get hold of herself. Her hands were shaking and sweaty. "I will be right outs
Anderson rushed out of his mansion down the street with only his pants and no shirt to cover his upper body. He looked dejected, frustrated, and sad. His hands covered his mouth in great shock as he wandered restlessly.Anderson made a strong fist and screamed, "Fuck!!" Venting out his frustration.Meanwhile, Wanda sat quietly in front of the car along with the stranger. Her face emit brokenness and hopelessness which the man could read easily. He glanced at her slightly. "If I may ..." He asked with a sweaty voice.But Wanda didn't answer. She was lost in thought. Where would she go to right now? She has no one left to run to for help or support, where would she lay her head when the night comes?"Is everything all right, Miss?" The man asked with a curious tone. His eyes fixed on the road ahead but he kept glancing at her stealthy.Wanda was still lost in her thoughts. Tears began to roll down her right eye without her realizing. The man looked worried and soon hit the break and par