CARTER'S MANSIONIn the soft light of the bedside lamp, Andrea couldn't find peace as she tossed and turned, her mind filled with a whirlwind of emotions. It had been months since her heated argument with Leo, and the pain of their shattered relationship weighed heavily on her heart.After enduring Leo's physical abuse countless times, Andrea finally gathered the courage to confront him. She had hoped to mend their bond, to bridge the gap that had grown between them. But Leo's response crushed her hopes."Where have you been?"Andrea's voice was barely a whisper as Leo stumbled in, his eyes bloodshot and his breath reeking of alcohol."None of your business,"Leo snapped, his anger palpable."You're still hung up on Evan, aren't you?"Leo accused her.Andrea's heart sank. She had never given Leo a reason to doubt her feelings for her ex-husband. The accusation wounded her deeply."That's not true," she protested. "I love you, Leo. I just want us to work things out.""Work things out?"Leo

In the bustling office of Rising Eagle company, an air of unease hung heavy in the air. Emily approached Marga with a concerned expression.“What's troubling you, Marga?” Emily inquired, her voice gentle.Marga's eyes welled up with tears as she confided in Emily, "It's Mr. Winston. I can't believe how he rejected the watch I gave him and now he act very arrogant. I know it’s not new but it really hurts,”Emily's brow furrowed in disbelief. “Rejected it? Why?”“He said it was cheap,”Marga replied dejectedly, her voice trembling. “As if my gesture meant nothing to him.”Fury surged through Emily's veins. She couldn't believe that their boss, Evan, could be so ungrateful besides arrogant.“That's outrageous!” she exclaimed.“How dare he insult you like that?”“I know,” Marga sobbed. “I put so much thought into choosing it. I wanted it to be something special.”Emily reached out and took Marga's hand reassuringly.“Don't you worry, I'm here for you. We'll figure this out together.”Emily

Suddenly Leo's phone rang, a piercing sound that cut through the quiet.“Excuse me,” he said, pulling his phone from his pocket. “It’s probably about the project.”“It’s okay,” Andrea said, her voice barely audible.Leo turned away, his face etched with worry as he answered the call.“Hello? Yes, it's Leo. What's up?” he said, his voice tightening.Andrea watched as his face slowly contorted with growing tension. The words he spoke were barely audible, but the urgency in his voice was clear.“Oh, no. Tell me you can fix it,” he said, a desperate edge to his tone.Andrea's stomach twisted. She knew he was talking about his company. She knew something was wrong.“Okay. Okay. I'll be there as soon as I can. Just… try to calm down,” he mumbled into the phone.He hung up, his shoulders slumped, his face pale. “Andrea, I... I have a big problem. Something went wrong with the new project. I need to go to the office.”“What happened?” she asked, her voice steady, though her insides were churn

The HR staff member flinched, her brow furrowing. She remembered Evan's order to keep his identity a secret from Andrea. “That information is confidential, Mrs. Carter. We are not authorized to disclose such details,” she said, her voice tight.“Please focus on your work.”Despite her protests, Andrea couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. The HR representative's evasive response, the CEO's mysterious identity, it all seemed strange. But she didn't have time to dwell on it. As the days turned into weeks, Andrea found herself constantly under scrutiny. Her every move, every break, was monitored. The pressure was relentless, and she began to feel like a prisoner in her job.Evan slammed his fist on the mahogany table, sending a tremor through the room. The HR staff, huddled in a circle, shifted uncomfortably under his intense gaze.“Make it difficult,” he growled, his voice thick with anger. “Make her life a living hell. I want her to regret ever crossing me.”The head of

LEO’S MANSION, 11 pm.. Andrea's legs trembled as she stepped into the opulent foyer of the mansion. The polished marble floor reflected the chandelier's dazzling glow, casting long, dancing shadows. Yet, none of it mattered. Her gaze was locked on Leo, perched on the plush velvet sofa, his face etched with an anger that sent shivers down her spine.“Where have you been?” Leo's voice was a low rumble, laced with a simmering fury that threatened to boil over.“Hmmm, from my friend,” Andrea stammered, hoping the flimsy excuse would suffice.Leo's eyebrows shot up, his eyes narrowing. “Don't lie to me, Andrea. I'm not a fool!” His voice rose a notch, sending a wave of guilt washing over her.Andrea's throat tightened. She knew Leo would erupt if she told him the truth. The truth that she, the pampered wife of a businessman, had been working a job, a utility staff position at other company, to earn her own money.It was something she had kept hidden, a secret she believed would be a blow