My forehead throbbed with pain as I clutched it, almost fleeing in sheer shock.
Meanwhile, Michael remained silent, not saying another word.
When I got home, little Marshie darted over with eager meows, rubbing against my legs.
Marshie was a stray cat that Lucien and I adopted during college.
Three years ago, the day before our engagement celebration, I lost both Lucien and my parents in one heartbreaking blow.
Over the past few years, I moved homes many times, but I could never bring myself to part with my cat. Marshie was one of the few reasons I held on in this world.
I held Marshie close as she gently licked my swollen forehead and tears streamed down my face.
Just then, a notification from Valerie on WeTalkApp had popped up:
"You have one more month. If there's no progress, I want all the money back!"
No! I couldn't live without money, not right now. Aunt Bella's ICU medical bills were too expensive.
I had to find Michael's mysterious lover.
My phone rang—it was Michael.
"Mr. Shaw, you called," I said, keeping my voice steady.
"Landon Mackinzie from Mackinzie Industries is coming this afternoon. Prepare the meeting materials."
"Yes, sir."