Chapter94

#Chapter94

THE SADDEST DAY

Diane’s P.O.V.

To date, this had been the saddest day of my life.

The gloom was covering me like an invisible robe, seeping through my skin. Eventually, it was converted into a string of pulses that traveled towards my heart, accessing me morosely.

Aside from the fact that no one was present in the house when I woke up earlier—I didn’t even have any idea where Mom and my siblings had gone through—I was also overly stressed at work. I even had dark eye bags showing on top of my cheeks, resulting from drowning myself in frequent and consecutive overtimes, which I just covered up with a concealer. Stress was making me vulnerable.

Being stressed at work was completely normal. I had already been used to fatigue since it had always been a part of my daily routine as an accountant.