"There we go, Renata. Material things—why cling to them so tightly?"
"Once Willow's better, I'll take you abroad. A nice vacation."
Willow clutched the contract, her gratitude dripping with false sweetness.
"Thank you, Renata… You're so kind. I'll definitely repay you someday."
Repay me?
I studied the greed glittering in her eyes.
No need to wait. Soon enough, you'll discover just how scalding this "gift" really is.
When I returned home, I found my belongings packed and dumped in the living room.
Servants bustled in and out, hauling furniture from the master bedroom.
Orson stood on the staircase, orchestrating the chaos like a conductor.
"Toss that mattress—Willow can't sleep on anything that firm. Get something softer."
"The curtains too. She likes pink."
He spotted me and beckoned with a lazy wave.
"Renata, perfect timing."
"The feng shui master said the master bedroom has the best energy for healing."
"Willow's been getting weaker by the day. She needs to stay there—let the room's energy restore her."
"And to keep her safe, I'll be staying with her for a while."
I looked down at the luggage scattered across the floor.
My books. My clothes. Our wedding photo.