Chapter 128 Desperate Measures

• The persistent rain had cast a gloomy pall over the city, and the melancholy atmosphere seeped into my very soul as I stared out of the window, tracing the streams of water as they raced one another down the glass. The events of the past few weeks had left me feeling adrift.
• That afternoon, I was caught in the relentless cycle of Bruce's manipulation. My phone buzzed repeatedly with calls from anonymous numbers. I had grown accustomed to ignoring them, knowing that responding only fueled his perverse satisfaction.
• The darkness of Bruce's actions weighed heavily on my shoulders, and as I prepared to leave for the law firm, I chose attire that would make me blend into the background, less noticeable to the prying eyes of my fellow employees. It was a sad reflection of my life now—a shadowy existence where I had to hide.