Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Hertha was startled by the sudden spike in Murray's voice, "Hold up, Murray. What are you talking about? I've never..."

Caught off guard by the tirade and then staring at the disconnected call, Hertha was speechless. "Seriously, what did I even do?"

Before she could stew in anger, the butler approached with a list of gifts. "Miss Sherwood, could you please check if these are sufficient?"

Hertha glanced over the list, noting the high-quality items, and after a thorough review, she nodded in satisfaction. "These are for Ms. Payne. Ensure everything is perfect. No mistakes, got it?" The butler nodded respectfully. "Understood."

...

"Ms. Cole, this is arguably the best listing near Kingswell University. Look at the natural light and the surroundings. People are lining up to rent this place. If you hesitate, it might slip through your fingers." The agent was brimming with enthusiasm as Roseanne took a look around.

room whose decor was outdated for over a decade. It was an old and small unit, accessible only by stairs. But it had its merits. Not only was it close

it." She signed

returned and found luggage scattered on the floor. "You're

clothes, replied, "Yeah, I've

those jerks cool their heels, stop them

self for Murray, her brilliance dimming, becoming a woman who revolved around a man. No, even a housewife has her dignity and rightful place. But what

move on. There's plenty of fish in the sea. Murray's not the be-all and end-all!" "Exactly!" Roseanne

time? You won't return to him in a few days, will you?"

was showing its age, with peeling walls. The furniture seemed like antiques, bearing the weight