Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Hertha was startled by the sudden spike in Murray's voice, "Hold up, Murray. What are you talking about? I've never..."

Caught off guard by the tirade and then staring at the disconnected call, Hertha was speechless. "Seriously, what did I even do?"

Before she could stew in anger, the butler approached with a list of gifts. "Miss Sherwood, could you please check if these are sufficient?"

Hertha glanced over the list, noting the high-quality items, and after a thorough review, she nodded in satisfaction. "These are for Ms. Payne. Ensure everything is perfect. No mistakes, got it?" The butler nodded respectfully. "Understood."

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"Ms. Cole, this is arguably the best listing near Kingswell University. Look at the natural light and the surroundings. People are lining up to rent this place. If you hesitate, it might slip through your fingers." The agent was brimming with enthusiasm as Roseanne took a look around.

The apartment was modest, a two-bedroom with a living room whose decor was outdated for over a decade. It was an old and small unit, accessible only by stairs. But it had its merits. Not only was it close to Kingswell University, but it was also next to a library, with convenient transportation options. Most importantly, the natural light and the environment were indeed appealing. If she wanted a fresh start, that was the place.

"Okay, I'll take it." She signed a one-year lease on the spot.

Leda returned and found luggage scattered on the floor. "You're moving out?"

Roseanne packing her clothes, replied, "Yeah, I've found a place."

Leda hummed, guessing, "Murray came around, huh? Not bad. It lasted a whole week this time. It's about time you let those jerks cool their heels, stop them from getting too cocky, thinking they're God's gift..." Roseanne paused, locking eyes with Leda. "Leda, this time, it's over with Murray. I'm not going back to him."

Leda was shocked but then seemed to believe her. Over six years, she watched Roseanne gradually hide her true self for Murray, her brilliance dimming, becoming a woman who revolved around a man. No, even a housewife has her dignity and rightful place. But what was Roseanne to Murray? He was wasting her time!

Leda cheered. "Good riddance! It's about time to move on. There's plenty of fish in the sea. Murray's not the be-all and end-all!" "Exactly!" Roseanne nodded.

Leda tried to confirm with Roseanne. "Ahem... So, you're serious this time? You won't return to him in a few days, will you?" Roseanne couldn't help but laugh.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

On her way back, she stopped by the market. The apartment was showing its age, with peeling walls. The furniture seemed like antiques, bearing the weight of years. She decided to buy some eco-friendly paint to give the place a fresh coat.

Roseanne asked politely, "Sir, could you help me with these?"

The driver assisted her in unloading several large cans from the trunk.

Roseanne looked up at the seventh floor. It was going to be a climb. To repaint the walls meant moving furniture around, an opportunity to rearrange her living space.

She kept the door open while she lugged the paint cans up, one step at a time. The cans were heavy, and it took considerable effort, resting every two floors until all were upstairs, leaving her breathless. She felt refreshed after a short break and a face wash in the bathroom. While picking up a paintbrush, Roseanne sized up the walls, rolled up her sleeves, and got to work!