The hot water from the shower did little to soothe the agitated knot of nerves in Larissa’s stomach, but the act of washing provided a necessary reset. She had asked for a day off and her supervisor had agreed.She dried her hair quickly, pulling it back into a practical, low bun, and slipped into her most comfortable attire: thick, warm joggers and a soft, oversized sweater. This wasn’t a day for power suits or office-appropriate pretense; this was a day for survival.
She walked out into the spacious, silent penthouse. The morning light, pale and diffused by the high-rise haze, illuminated the stark geometry of their shared space. It was a beautiful apartment, a testament to their success, yet today it felt less like a home and more like a museum of a marriage currently in storage.
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