In the evening, as she was about to leave work, the sky opened up, and a torrential downpour began. Andrea stood at the front of the building, frustrated and exhausted. She had no umbrella, and there were no taxis in sight.Meanwhile, Evan watched her from a distance inside his car. He felt a pang of concern but quickly pushed it aside. He had a plan to make her jealous, and he needed to stick to it.As Marga exited the building, Evan saw his opportunity. He drove up and rolled down the window. "Sweet heart! Get inside" he called out, loud enough for Andrea to hear.Marga looked surprised but quickly nodded. "Thank you, S..," she said, getting into the car.Andrea watched the scene unfold, her heart sinking. She couldn't believe Evan was treating Marga so warmly. It was unlike him to be so overtly affectionate, especially in front of her. She felt a pang of jealousy and regret, memories of her betrayal with Leo flashing through her mind.As Evan and Marga drove away, Evan stole a glan

While she was thinking about it at her office desk, Evan appeared in front of her and asked her for dinner tonight."Marga, can we have dinner tonight?" Evan asked, his tone softer than usual.Marga looked up from her paperwork, her heart skipping a beat. "Dinner? Are you sure that's a good idea, sir?""Why wouldn't it be?" he replied, leaning against her desk."Because," Marga hesitated, gathering her thoughts, "I'm just your secretary. What will people think if they see us together?"Evan shook his head. "You're not just my secretary anymore, Marga. Andrea is my new secretary. And besides, what other people think doesn't matter to me.""It should, though," Marga said, standing up to face him. "You know how people talk. They'll think I'm trying to take advantage of my position."Evan stepped closer, his eyes earnest. "Let them talk. What matters is that I want to spend time with you. And if it helps, I'll pay you twice your current salary to continue this act."Marga's eyes widened.

Over the next few days, Andrea kept a close eye on Evan and Marga, observing their interactions and looking for any signs of weakness. She knew she had to be patient and wait for the right moment to strike. But as she watched them, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt. She had made mistakes in the past, but this felt different. More wrong.Andrea spent her days pretending to be absorbed in her work while discreetly watching Evan and Marga from a distance. She noticed the little things: the way Evan’s eyes lit up when Marga entered the room, the subtle touches they exchanged, the laughter that seemed to flow so easily between them. It was clear that they were happy, and that realization stung more than she cared to admit.One afternoon, as Andrea was leaving the office, she saw Marga sitting alone in the break room. Seizing the opportunity, she approached her with a friendly smile. Marga looked up from her phone, her expression neutral but curious.“Hey, Marga,” Andrea began, t

Andrea arrived at the mansion, her mind spinning from the events of the previous night. She had set out with a clear objective: to ruin Marga and Evan's relationship and win Evan back, driven by the promise of money and her father's manipulative influence. But as the night unfolded, she found herself grappling with unexpected emotions, feelings for Evan that she thought were long buried.She entered the grand foyer, the opulence of the mansion doing little to ease her turmoil. The house was quiet, a stark contrast to the storm raging in her mind. She needed time to think, to understand what had happened, and to prepare for the inevitable confrontation with Mr. Sanchez.Upstairs, Mr. Sanchez was waiting impatiently. He paced his study, his thoughts focused on the plan he had orchestrated. The stakes were high, and he couldn't afford any slip-ups.Hearing Andrea's footsteps, he called out, "Andrea, come in here."Andrea entered the study, her expression a mix of determination and confus

"You think you can just leave?" he roared. "If you walk out that door, I'll cut off your parents. They won't have anything. They'll be out on the streets!"Andrea froze, her hand on the doorknob. She turned slowly to face him, her heart pounding in her chest. "You wouldn't."Leo's face twisted into a sneer. "Try me. I'm the one providing for them. Without me, they have nothing. And don't you dare complain about me cheating. You're always too busy with work to have time for me. What did you expect?"Andrea felt tears of frustration and anger welling up. "You bastard," she whispered. "How could you use my parents against me?"Leo took a step closer, his voice low and menacing. "You think you can control everything, Andrea? You're nothing without me. You need me, just like your parents need me."Andrea's mind raced. She couldn't let him win, but she couldn't abandon her parents either. She needed a plan, but right now, her primary objective was to get out of this room and away from Leo.