After I left, they begged for Forgiveness

Chapter 22- CRISES

The cab pulled away, tires hissing on wet tar, leaving Valeria standing in front of the small, two-bedroom house.

Faded white paint, rusted gate, one flickering porch bulb. She remembered this place.

Back then, she called it nothing.

Now?

It was all she had.

Seinna had offered her the keys with a quiet nod. “It’s not the Langston penthouse… but it’s safe.”

Safe.

That word never used to mean much.

But today… it meant everything.

Thunder growled in the distance. Storm clouds rolled in like bruises across the sky. She hurried inside, shutting the door behind her with a heavy click.

She leaned back against it, breathing in the scent of old furniture and forgotten memories.

This place… used to disgust her. It was the first apartment Langston Corp provided her when she’d joined the executive program.

But the moment she climbed the ladder, she abandoned it for marble floors and skyline views.

Back then, money made this house feel like dirt under her stilettos.

Now, it was shelt