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Forty One

May’s POV

This was my new life, working and slaving like a dog so that I could pinch in every penny and save them for my family. I wiped the sweat that was in front of my face.

Talking about my face, I had my face plastered on a page of some newspaper talking about my business lunch with my boss, and asking if I was getting married to him. People in the media were so petty about their opinions on other people’s lives, but I don’t care much about that.

I was walking home late, I didn’t own a car so there was no way I had the luxury of driving, nor did I have the luxury of taking a cab. As soon as I got off the bus at the bus stop, I had to walk the rest of the way home, and trust me, I knew this neighborhood wasn't the best to walk around in late.

Dragging my bag across my body so it was held closer to me, I saw a man and a woman walking ahead of me, so I felt a bit safe.

I could have rented a place in a good neighborhood, but I would have had to spend the money Asher gave me on that,
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