*Lena*

After my disastrous meeting with Eason, I couldn’t bear the thought of returning to the office. I cursed, burning with rage, as I made my way to my car, asking myself how I’d ever managed to fall in love with such a pompous, self-absorbed jerk. I stomped the soles of my shoes angrily against the pavement as I walked to the parking lot and drove home.

Once I entered my house, I slammed the door behind me, not caring if the neighbors heard. I ...