Still that night, Sarah arrived at her place. She parked her car, stepped out to head inside the house.However, her father, David, was standing at the door entrance, blocking her path. “Where are you coming from?” He asked, his face tight and his arms crossed.Sarah frowned. “Good evening, Dad. You should be asleep by now. It's late,” she said, trying to avoid her father's question.David didn't reply. His expression remained cold. “I ask again, where are you coming from at this time of night?”Sarah's frown deepened. “I'm coming from somewhere, Dad. But, this is not right. Why are you monitoring me? I'm no longer a child. I deserve my privacy.” “Your privacy?” David scoffed, spitting on the ground. “Privacy to spend time with that bastard? Sarah, don't tell me you actually bought this car just for your movement to be made easy to see that pathetic, poor boy. Or was this his idea that you get a car for yourself?” Sarah was already sick of her father calling Anthony names. Hence she

{‘Hi, it's your favourite, Benjamin. I'm checking on you as promised. How was your night? And what are you up to today? When you see this, please, drop a reply. Thank you.’} Sarah couldn't help but frown at the use of ‘favourite’ in Benjamin's text. However, she knew it wouldn't be best if she totally ignored the message by not giving feedback. Thus, she typed back: {I'm just waking up and I have no plans for today yet.} She sent it. Immediately a response from Benjamin came flashing on her screen: {Sorry if my message disturbed you. But I think it's best if you make a list of what to be doing every day. By the way, will you have a chance so we can see?} Sarah read it, considering the request. Remembering Anthony's reply would determine her next move, she responded. {‘I don't know, but I'll let you know if I'm chanced. But where and why are we meeting?’} Benjamin's responses were faster. {‘That'll be something unveiled. Just let me know when you've got the chance.’} {‘Okay’} Sa

Sarah finished bathing at that moment. She stepped down the stairs, dressed in a beautiful yet casual olive-green jumpsuit that hugged her waist with a slim brown belt. Her bag was hung on her shoulder. As she headed outside toward where her car was parked, a familiar voice blurted out after her, causing her to pause and frown. “You came back home late last night and you're still going out again? What exactly are you going out to do?” She asked, her voice a hint of disgust.Sarah turned and looked at her. Sighing deeply and exasperatedly, she replied. “The last time I checked, I didn't think we had anything in common. So, why ask where I am going?” Grace's face turned red with anger. “Hey! I won't tolerate that any longer! If you're talking to me, talk to me with some respect! I'm your father's wife.” Sarah chuckled, shaking her head. “His mistress! That's who you are,” she retorted. “You can never take the place of my deceased mother in this house no matter how hard you try to f

“Your man?” Harry scorned. “Do you know who I am? I'll deal with him so much that he'll regret coming.”Truth be told, if Harry had known that Sarah actually called Anthony, he would have even scorned more than that and would have even laughed because it would be the funniest thing he had ever known.“You're a nobody!” Sarah challenged him, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “You can't do more than a dead rat. Just bluffing and do you think you can intimidate me with that? No, you can't.”Harry smirked and leaned against his car, his arms crossed and expression calm, devoid of fear. “You have called your man, haven't you?” He asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I'll wait here for him to see what he can do.”He drew Charlotte closer to himself, but she tried to act stubborn. Her hand was plastered on the spot where Sarah had slapped her. “Let me be. She watched her slap me and you didn't do anything,” she protested.Harry let out a resigned sigh. “Please, I'm sorry. You know she's a

Sarah sighed and nodded. “Yes, I'm fine. Thank you for showing up.” Anthony replied dismissively. “That's not a problem.”He pulled out his phone and called a number. When the call was swiped from the other end, a calm but polite voice came out. “Hi, good morning, Mr. Anthony. You called so early. Is there anything I can help you with?” John, the manager, from the motor shop, asked.“Good morning. The Mazda 6 we bought from you earlier was hit by another car. So, I'd like to know if there's any way it can be swapped for a new one.”“Ahh!” John exclaimed from the other end of the call, shocked. “I'm so sorry to hear that. Hope no one was hurt,” he replied before adding. “So actually, yes, Mr. Anthony. The car can be swapped but some extra bucks would have to be paid.”Anthony sighed. “So, how much would that be?” John replied. “It depends, sir. Firstly, we will have to see how severe the damage is to the car. And secondly, the new car you intend to swap with that will also determine