Amethyst’s POV
I stared at the wall in my office, lost in thought once again, drifting into a daydream that felt nothing but troubling. Deep inside me, there was still a persistent, aching feeling—a gnawing sensation that seemed to be slowly consuming me from within. I felt powerless, unable to do anything to alleviate this discomfort.
At least, not yet. I knew I had to think things through before acting. I needed to plan carefully; impulsive actions were not an option, especially since I understood that my decisions would not only impact me but also those I cared about.
Just then, there was a knock at the door, and my secretary peeked in. “Ma’am Amethyst, your husband sent you lunch,” she announced. I couldn’t help but frown slightly at the news. What was he up to now? Was he trying t
