Chapter 18 The Beginning of a Turnaround

Nancy's current home was a small house of less than 40 square meters in a low-rent district.

Upon returning from the hotel, she stopped to buy dinner. When she reached her temporary rental house, she had to push aside half of her bed, filled with clothing and random belongings, just to lie down. There was no space for much else. After moving out of the Shaw family home, she found that she simply could not fit her life into this tiny space.

She now slept hunched in a corner against the wall, the cramped bed laden with remnants of her former existence. She needed a place to call her own, a haven. That was why she had endured Yaacob even knowing that he was using her. She hoped he was not merely toying with her. Otherwise, she might just lose her temper and confront him with a bucket of red paint.

Even if the marriage proposal was uncertain, at least she had helped him drive away his troublesome fiancée that day. She expected some compensation, at least enough to get a bigger place.