Aisha’s heart sank as she left the house, the weight of injustice pressing heavily on her shoulders. She trudged down the long driveway, feeling the sting of tears threatening to spill. She thought of her son and how she’d explain this sudden unemployment. Her job at the Sterling estate had been a lifeline, and now, without it, she felt unmoored.
As she reached the gate, she heard a voice calling after her. It was Elena, the billionaire’s wife, looking hesitant yet determined. “Aisha, wait,” she said.
Aisha turned slowly, expecting further accusations. But Elena’s expression had softened, sympathy replacing suspicion. “I’m… I’m sorry,” Elena began, her voice barely audible over the sound of the ocean waves crashing in the distance. “I insisted we check the security cameras.”
