Gwen's POV “Gwen, what are you doing here?” Mr Miller asked in confusion. "I had not seen you in the house since the morning, and you had not returned my calls," I said, focusing my gaze on Martha, who appeared to be grinning broadly. "What is she doing here, sir?" I asked Mr Miller, hoping for a reasonable response. "Don't worry, Sweetheart; I was just leaving," Martha said with a wicked side grin. She picked up her bag and before leaving, she turned to Mr Miller and said "Think about it James." I could feel myself becoming enraged. Here is the woman that put me in this condition but I couldn't even do anything. I watched her walk away as if nothing had happened. I clenched my fist. “Come, seat Gwen,” Mr Miller said. It was obvious he had a lot going through his mind. Just by glancing at him, I could tell. I sat directly across from him, and he instructed the bodyguard to wait outside. I stared at him, waiting for him to say something, but he was in no hurry to speak. “You
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