Threads of Betrayal
However, after all the thoughts and questions without answers going through Tessa’s mind, she hurriedly went into Blake’s office building, her heels tapping fast and steady on the polished marble floors. Her heart racing against her chest—not from anxiety this time, but a strange feeling of disbelief and gratitude. Her mum’s free treatment. The house. The surprise. The way her family will stand in front of the grand, furnished apartment Blake had gifted them that very day. It still all seemed unreal to her.
She quickly opened the door to his office only to find it empty, he wasn’t there. His desk was clear except for some arranged files on his table. The chair was turned slightly to the side, as though he just left not quite long. Tessa looked around, feeling a pin
