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?"

added, "In the drawer in your bedroom's walk-in closet. Ms. Cole said you often have stomach issues after drinking, so she ensured to stock up and

stocked with his usual array of stomach remedies. After he

eye. All of Roseanne's jewelry, designer bags, and everything was still there except for all her documents like her ID, passport, and diplomas. Everything was gone. And one of the suitcases that was usually in the corner was

rage bubbling

He muttered several times, sarcastically nodding as he

you pamper women, the

door open. Murray immediately

up in surprise. "Who else were you

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

our dear mom to check on my beloved brother." As she spoke, Hertha headed toward the kitchen, "I haven't had lunch yet and figured I might as well

had a good impression of Roseanne was

minute, she asked curiously, "Murray, why does it look like a ghost kitchen here? Where's Roseanne? Isn't she home today? That's

this time, Roseanne would have prepared a meal, waiting for Murray to come down, and if

massaged his

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

at the hospital?" Murray straightened up a