Anita

Anita’s vision blurred as she clutched James’ arm, her legs struggling to support her. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks—Charles hadn’t stayed overnight for work. He had left. But where? And why hadn’t he come home?

Anna rushed to her friend’s side, her face etched with worry. “Anita, breathe. Don’t lose yourself like this.” She rubbed Anita’s back, trying to soothe her.

Margaret, still adjusting her disheveled appearance, smirked from the corner of the room. “Maybe he just didn’t want to come home to you.”

“Shut your mouth!” Anna snapped, her patience reaching its limit. “If you say another word, I’ll make sure you regret it.” Her eyes narrowed, warning Margaret to back off.

James, who had been watching the situation unfold with a tight jaw, intervened. “Enough, Margaret.” His tone was cold and final, leaving no room for argument. “You will speak to Anita and her friend with respect.”

Margaret’s mouth snapped shut, but the sneer on her face remained. James’ gaze softened a