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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
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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
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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
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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,
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