Anastasia was up earlier than usual. Her sleep had been light, restless even. The mysterious message from last night kept echoing in her mind.
"Don't trust anyone. Especially the one who calls you his wife."
She hadn't replied. She didn't know how to. All she did was stare at it until her screen went dark.
But this morning, she buried it.
There was no time for fear. She had work to do, goals to meet, and freedom to chase.
She dressed quickly, chose a neat blazer, fixed her hair into a tidy bun, and added just a touch of gloss.
With a final look in the mirror, she whispered to herself, "You can do this," then grabbed her bag and headed out.
The house was quiet. Too quiet. She made her way down the stairs and out the front door without bothering to check if Mason was awake.
But as she walked through the garage, she noticed his driver standing by the car.
He nodded politely, "Good morning, ma'am."
"Morning," she replied with a small smile, entering her own car.
