Sarah had just concluded a powerful press conference, the kind that left journalists scrambling and the world buzzing about Transcorp’s next global move.
Cameras flashed as she stepped away from the podium, bodyguards forming a firm wall around her. She moved with her usual calm confidence, her assistant by her side updating her schedule for the rest of the day.
But as they turned toward the exit, Sarah accidentally brushed against someone. A soft gasp followed.
She looked up—
And froze.
“Martha?”
Martha stood there, wide-eyed, her expression torn between disbelief and anger. She looked almost the same—soft curls, expressive eyes but there was a flicker of hurt in her gaze that was unmistakable.
“Sarah?” Her voice trembled. “You’re… alive?”
Sarah’s breath caught, guilt washing ove
