Amora blinked a few times before finally opening her eyes. She frowned, feeling pain coursing through her entire body. She glanced around. This place felt unfamiliar. Her head turned to the side, spotting Blake asleep in a chair, his arms crossed over his chest. “Blake.” Amora’s voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. She was sure he had been by her side all this time. Blake stirred at the sound of her voice. A moment later, his eyes opened, and he immediately moved closer to her. Amora flinched, pulling her hand away before he could touch her. The memories of what had happened overwhelmed her emotions. A sob escaped her lips as she lowered her head in shame, turning her face away, unable to meet Blake’s gaze. “I’m sorry… I’m tainted, Blake.” Her voice trembled as she bit down hard on her lower lip, rubbing her arms roughly, as if trying to erase the feeling of disgust crawling under her skin. Blake felt his heart shatter at the sight of his wife in such distress. Withou

Amora could feel the shift in the atmosphere. The victorious aura that Sonia had worn so proudly was beginning to crumble, replaced by thick, suffocating tension. Meanwhile, Blake smirked, clearly enjoying how the tables had turned. The woman who had spent the last two hours boasting, flaunting her arrogance as if she were untouchable, had suddenly fallen silent. The man, named Alexander, took a step forward with an easy, unhurried stride. But every movement carried an unspoken weight, especially for Sonia. He didn’t need to raise his voice to make his presence overwhelming. When he reached Amora and Blake’s side, he casually slid his hands into the pockets of his suit, as if this were nothing more than a trivial encounter. "You don’t look too happy to see me, Sonia," he said, his tone laced with amusement. He knew exactly who she was and the trouble she had caused. Sonia struggled to compose herself, but she couldn’t hide the nervous flicker in her eyes. "I’m just… surprised," s

After an exhausting journey, Amora and Blake finally arrived home. The night air still carried a lingering chill, but as soon as they stepped inside, the warmth of the house embraced them.The dim lighting cast a cozy glow in the living room, and the faint scent of jasmine tea drifted in from the kitchen, adding to the tranquility of the evening.Blake didn’t immediately let go of Amora’s hand. His thumb gently traced the back of her hand in slow, soothing motions, as if silently reassuring himself that she was alright.Amora glanced at him, and the faint smile that tugged at her lips conveyed more than words ever could.Something had shifted within her tonight—a feeling she couldn't quite grasp, yet strong enough to send ripples through her heart.Before she could dwell further on the unfamiliar sensation, the sharp sound of heels striking against the wooden floor broke the silence.At the threshold of the living room, Zuri stood with an expression far from pleased. Her red lipstick

The next day, Amora and Zuri were shocked when several people arrived at the house, bringing Jhonson home.The sight left them stunned—Jhonson looked healthy, far better than they had imagined. There were no signs of worsening health, no complaints at all.Zuri, who was more sensitive to such matters, immediately approached with a worried expression, her eyes scanning her father’s body as if searching for anything unusual."What’s going on? How could Father be moved just like that without any prior notice?" Zuri asked, her voice filled with concern and confusion."My daughter, it was Blake who decided to transfer me to a better care facility. Everything was arranged properly," Jhonson said with a smile, his voice sounding stronger than before.Zuri looked at him sharply. "Better care? What do you mean? Why didn’t anyone inform us first?"The staff members were slightly taken aback by Zuri’s reaction, but they remained calm as they responded, "We were just following Mr. Blake’s instruc

News about Amora’s upcoming party spread quickly. Gossip and speculation swirled among her friends, making the atmosphere lively and buzzing with curiosity.Some laughed mockingly, treating the event as nothing more than a source of entertainment. But amidst them was Arleta—a woman who listened intently, feeling an undeniable urge to know more, even if her intentions weren’t entirely pure."I heard Amora is throwing a party at a luxury hotel, right?" Raline, an old friend of Arleta, smirked knowingly. "It’ll be interesting to see what she’s been hiding all this time."Her words immediately caught Arleta’s attention. Without hesitation, she leaned in slightly, joining the conversation. Curiosity flickered in her eyes.Amora, once someone she was fairly close to, now seemed like an entirely different person. The beautiful, intelligent woman who had been the star of their college days now felt unreachable. But as far as Arleta knew, Amora had fallen into financial ruin—especially after h