Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

The previous night was a bit out of hand. Cliff insisted on keeping the party going even after they'd all had more than enough.

When the driver dropped Murray off at his mansion, dawn was breaking. He had barely crashed onto his bed, the wave of sleepiness overwhelming, but he forced himself to stagger to the bathroom for a quick shower.

'Maybe Roseanne won't chew me out?' In his groggy state, Murray wondered.

He woke up again, this time to pain.

"Damn..." he groaned, clutching his stomach as he rolled out of bed.

"My stomach is killing me! Anne..." He stopped mid-sentence, a frown creasing his brow. Roseanne held a grudge this time, more than in their last fight.

'Fine, let's see how long she can keep this up. But where are the meds?' Murray ransacked the living room, checking every possible storage space, but couldn't find the emergency medicine kit.

He called Sadie.

Sadie answered the phone. "You're looking for antacids? They're in the medicine box."

Murray's temples throbbed as he took a deep breath. "And where is that?"

have stomach issues after drinking, so she ensured to stock up and

enough, Murray found the medicine box in the drawer, stocked with his usual array of stomach remedies. After

except for all her documents like her ID, passport, and diplomas. Everything was gone. And

rage bubbling up inside

muttered several times, sarcastically

pamper women, the bigger

heard the front door open. Murray immediately headed downstairs.

taking off her shoes, looking up in surprise. "Who else

on the sofa, uninterested. "What do you want? Something

brother." As she spoke, Hertha headed toward the kitchen, "I haven't

good impression of Roseanne was her cooking

asked curiously, "Murray, why does it look like a ghost kitchen

to come down, and if luck were on Hertha's side, she'd get

Roseanne's name again. Murray massaged

"Is Roseanne feeling unwell? I saw her at the hospital yesterday, and she looked

hospital?" Murray straightened up a