LOGINClaire wiped her tears and entered her apartment, heading straight to her bedroom. She changed out of her work clothes and stepped into the shower."You're not my type"his words echoed in her mind, triggering a sob. She turned off the shower, filled the bathtub, and submerged herself in the hot water, flinching at its temperature.Lying in the water, Claire closed her eyes, letting her tears flow. She couldn't believe how much Dave's words hurt. His gaze, once filled with kindness, now seemed distant.Did she make a terrible mistake by ending things? Claire regretted it, missing the sweet Dave who once cared for her.She coughed, lifting her head out of the water, and coughed again. Tears streamed down her face."I'm sorry, Dave. I shouldn't have ended things with you," Claire whispered, choking on a sob. "I thought I could live without you, but I can't stop thinking about you. Please..."Claire cleaned up and walked out of the bathro
Claire walked into the lounge and stopped dead in her tracks, witnessing the maid trying to touch Chris."What the fuck are you trying to do, woman?" Chris snapped, making the maid flinch and step back."I...I'm sorry, sir," the maid stuttered."Just leave before you piss me off," Chris growled.The maid nodded and hastily exited, her body shaking.Claire folded her arms and approached Chris. "That was rude."Chris shrugged. "Like I give a fuck.""You're always this rude?" Claire asked.Chris scoffed. "Leave me alone before I get angrier. I'm not in the mood.""Why work for him?" Chris added."I want to," Claire replied, walking to the kitchen.Chris followed. "There are many companies you can handle instead of working for someone else.""I choose what I want, and I'm not going to run any companies," Claire said firmly.Chris suggested, "At least work for me inst
Claire stood outside the conference room, smoothing her dress and taking a deep breath. She had been preparing for this moment for weeks. "Claire Emma Carter?" a voice called. Claire turned to face a smiling receptionist. "Yes, that's me." "Right this way, please. Mr. Thompson is waiting." Claire followed the receptionist into the conference room, where a panel of interviewers greeted her. "Welcome, Claire. Thank you for coming in today," Mr. Thompson said. Claire shook hands with the interviewers and took her seat. The interview began, with questions about her qualifications, experience, and goals. Claire answered confidently, showcasing her skills. Then, Mr. Thompson leaned forward. "So, Claire, what makes you want to work at our company?" Claire's eyes sparkled. "Your company's innovative approach to technology and commitment to excellence align w
Inside the car, Yvonne glanced at Claire, who had been quiet since leaving Dave's office. "Are you okay?" she asked.Claire shook her head."What happened? Did you guys fight?" Yvonne's curiosity was piqued."I slapped him," Claire admitted, feeling remorseful. She hadn't meant to slap him, but the way he called her stupid infuriated her. Dave had never called her that before.Her nose flared with anger, recalling his words. "Claire, you're fuming," Yvonne observed, chuckling.Claire shot her a serious look, but Yvonne laughed louder. "You look pretty when you're mad."Claire rolled her eyes. "Why did you slap him?" Yvonne asked."He called me stupid," Claire said, sighing. "Do you think I'm stupid too?""Of course not," Yvonne reassured. "Maybe he meant you make stupid decisions."Claire raised an eyebrow, wondering if she was indeed poor at making decisions."I feel bad for slapping him," Claire confessed."I told you, you're in love with him," Yvonne teased, earning a stern glance.
"You should wear this," Yvonne said, holding up the red dress.Claire shook her head, examining herself in the mirror. "It's too short."Yvonne rolled her eyes dramatically. "That's perfect for someone meeting their dream man."Claire chuckled, shaking her head. She reconsidered, admiring how the dress fit her perfectly with black heels. Her loose hair and light makeup, courtesy of Yvonne, enhanced her beauty."I'm going like this," Claire said, spritzing perfume.Yvonne smiled. "Now you look perfect, baby doll. Let's go."Upon arriving at the lounge, they found Amelia, Zara, and the twins seated."Can we watch TV in the cinema?" Kia asked, looking at Amelia.Ria nodded.Amelia complimented Claire, "Wow, baby, you look beautiful."Zara agreed.Kia asked, "Are you meeting your boyfriend?"Claire laughed softly. "No, I have a meeting."Kia raised an eyebrow. "That looks like a date."The others laughed.Claire teased, "Okay, it's a date."Kia clapped happily. "I knew! Can we go to the c
Claire and Yvonne joined the twins in the swimming pool, enjoying the water together."Ria's the shy one; she's even shy to swim with us," Kia teased.Ria rolled her eyes. "Who said I'm shy? You just say things you don't know."Kia persisted, "Well, you are, and you know it. Don't pretend to enjoy this when you're not."Ria splashed water at Kia's face, her eyes flashing anger. "You don't know what you're saying, so shut up."Kia retorted, "You're so dumb."Ria scoffed, "And so are you. Since Mom said we're one person, that means if I'm dumb, you're also dumb."Kia snickered, "I'm never going to you because I don't like someone who's a loser. Can you believe she proposed to her crush and he rejected her in front of everyone at school, and she started crying?"Claire and Yvonne exchanged amused glances. The twins' banter seemed intense, but their faces didn't show real anger."Who's your crush, Ria?" Yvonne asked mischievously.Ria denied, "It's not me who proposed. It's Kia, and now s
"Do you like makeup?" Yvonne asked Claire, who shook her head."No, I'm not a fan of it," Claire said."I'm sure it would look great on you; you have a pretty face," Yvonne complimented."Thanks, you're beautiful too," Claire replied, making Yvonne giggle.It had been a week since Claire woke up to
They all nodded in agreement.The men left the room as Amelia helped Claire undress. Together, they assisted Claire to the bathroom and bathed her. Afterward, Amelia prepared soft porridge for her daughter and fed her. Once they finished eating, Claire took her medicine to alleviate her headache. T
In Claire's room, Yvonne helped her drink some water. Claire looked at her with confusion etched on her face. She didn't know where she was. The last thing she remembered was searching for her mother, and then... nothing."Who... are you?" Claire stuttered, her throat hurting slightly.Yvonne smile
"God, what have I done?" Fatima exclaimed, trembling as she gazed at Cristina's unconscious form. She stumbled backward, dropping the vase, then scrambled to Cristina's side and grasped her neck.Tears streamed down Fatima's face. "Oh God, I'm sorry, Cristina. Please wake up!" She cradled Cristina







