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.

It was an old and small unit, accessible only by stairs. But it had its merits. Not only was it close to Kingswell University, but it was

signed a one-year

luggage scattered on the floor. "You're moving

her clothes, replied,

"Murray came around, huh? Not bad. It lasted a whole week this time. It's about time you let those jerks cool their heels, stop them from getting too cocky, thinking they're God's gift..." Roseanne paused, locking eyes with Leda. "Leda, this time, it's over with

gradually hide her true self for Murray, her brilliance dimming, becoming a woman

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

this time? You won't return to him in a

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