The fake appearances by Elizabeth increased daily after her last phone conversation with her friend. She had advised her that if she wants to see Samantha quickly, she should be ten steps ahead of her husband. The steps to be taken by her secretly due to the fact that her husband was always on Samantha's side.Elizabeth had seen reasons with her friend to be secretive. "After all he started it" she had murmured. "When I'm done or probably when he discovers, I'll apologise too. I guess that's the new trend. The therapist advices should be allowed to breathe for some time." It was an unusual day, marked by the perfect blend of answers that needed more answers. Elizabeth, fueled by her determination to find her runaway maid secretly, had managed to uncover the location of Samantha and her family. As she sat in her desk but dimly lightened home office with her laptop, her fingers ran across the keyboard giving a rhythmic sound, sending messages to a number she has saved as "Ghost" her c
The midday sun shone over quiet village where Samantha had found refuge.The sun was hot, as a result, majority of the villagers were not seen outside, although some sat under the shadow of large trees. Birds sang softly from the branches of the trees, and the distant murmur of a babbling river provided a soothing backdrop to the stillness of the place.Amidst this peaceful backdrop, Elizabeth arrived at the address she had so carefully gotten from her "Ghost". With an air of determination, she approached the humble looking house and knocked on the door. It didn't take long before the door creaked open, revealing Jack, who peered out with a mixture of trepidation and composure.His heart skipped several beats within a second as he saw the most dreaded person in front of him. Even though he hasn't seen her physically before, Samantha has shown him her picture and right now, he was meeting the billionaire's wife in flesh. He was fully aware of the importance of keeping Samantha's presenc
The night hung heavy with silence in Alexander's luxurious home. He paced back and forth, since has heard anything from his wife who has left in the early hours of the morning. The soft glow of lamps above cast a welcoming glow on the room, where the air seemed charged with tension.Alexander moved from the sitting room and sat alone in his home office, his thoughts consumed by the message he had received from Samantha earlier. His wife, Elizabeth, had not yet returned from her visit to Samantha's hideout, and he was filled with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation.The message from Samantha had arrived as a sharp one on his phone, disrupting the calm of the evening. He had read the words over ten times with a furrowed brow, the weight of her threat settling heavily upon him. The words in the message had carried more than a veil of threat, a sense of urgency, and an unspoken determination. Samantha was no longer the meek, submissive maid he had once known. She had grown, evolved, and
Elizabeth was still fully awake in the middle of the night with different thoughts about her adventure flashing through her mind. The dim glow of the table lamp cast a soft, silvery light, illuminating the half the walls of their bedroom. At first, she thought she was alone, her husband fast asleep beside her, his rhythmic breathing portrayed that was enjoying his night rest.But as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she noticed a faint light from her office that was within their room, the light seemed to beckon on her. It was a feeling she had grown accustomed to, one that had become a secret part of her nightly routine.For days, Elizabeth had been conversing with a "ghost" friend. This secret companion, whom she had met in the internet, was a source of solace, understanding, and comfort. Their late-night conversations became a form of therapy, a space where Elizabeth could confide her deepest thoughts and fears, things she could never share with her husband, Alexander.On this par
After all plans were put in place, they became set to meet Samantha's Aunt for the release that was fraught with tension. The weight of their decision hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the entire household. As they prepared to leave, Alexander's worry was all over him, his thoughts consumed by the impending meeting.Elizabeth, on the other hand, struggled with a heavy secret that had weighed on her conscience since the mysterious message about Samantha's Aunt had arrived. The truth was a heavy burden, and the fear of revealing it gnawed at her as they made their way to outside; where her husband was waiting for her.In the car, the silence was order, broken only by the rhythmic hum of the engine. Alexander glanced at his wife, his eyes filled with concern. "Elizabeth, you've been distant lately. Is there something you're not telling me?"The question was a like a bait, an opportunity for Elizabeth to unburden herself of the secret that had been eating away at her or remain
It was already night fall before Alexander was able to locate Samantha's Aunt's place. As Alexander stood before Samantha's Aunt's door, his heart heavy with the weight of his mission. He had spent hours trying to reach her, his persistence driven by the desire to make amends for the actions of his wife, Elizabeth. Samantha's Aunt, the unintended victim in their tangled web, was now his only hope for a way out.As he knocked on the door, a sense of uncertainty washed over him. The door creaked open, and Samantha's Aunt's eyes, filled with a mix of reluctance and wariness, met his."Who are you, and what do you want?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion.Alexander took a deep breath, his words measured and sincere. "My name is Alexander, and I need to talk to you. It's about what happened with your captivity and the actions of my wife, Elizabeth."Samantha's Aunt hesitated for a moment, her gaze locked onto his. She had been through a traumatic ordeal, and the mention of Elizabet
Samantha's decision to visit her aunt marked another turning point in her life. It has been a very long time she last saw her. She had reached a moment of courage and resolve and was ready to confront the past and seek the connection she had been deprived of for years. "Nobody can stop me again." She said to herself with a smile on her face.Two days after she had called her Aunt, she decided to go see her. Clutching her baby tightly to her chest, she approached her aunt's home, while her heart was still pounding with anticipation and fear.Her aunt lived in a modest house with a well-tended garden, and as Samantha knocked on the door, she couldn't help but feel a mix of hope, fear, and the longing to bridge the gap that had separated them for so long.The door creaked open, revealing an elderly woman with kind eyes and a shock of silver hair. She looked at Samantha, a puzzled expression momentarily clouding her face. Samantha bore a striking resemblance to her mother who had left he
Back in the village, worry had gripped Jack's mother, Emily, and Jack . Their worry increased at the each stroke of the clock. Samantha's unplanned stay at her aunt's place had left them anxious, especially because they had no way of knowing that she had made such a decision. The anxiety was etched on their faces, and every time the phone rang without being answered, their hearts sank a little deeper."But are you sure you asked her if she will be returning today or not?" Jack's mother for the tenth time."Mum?" Jack called. "How many times do we have to tell you that we asked her. She mentioned that she won't even spend much time there.""Then why is she not here yet?" She asked out of frustration.Emily only sat as she watched mother and son engage in repeated series of questions and answers. She understood that Samantha had gone to visit her family, but the prolonged absence was taking a toll on her. The anxiety in the house was on everyone, and it was hard for her to escape the t