Rita was plagued by sleepless nights, her mind a storm of frustration and helplessness. No matter how hard she tried, Roger remained an enigma—completely out of reach. He had cut off every avenue she might use to contact him.
The company's security barred her entry, her calls to his assistant were met with polite but firm refusals, and every message she sent vanished into the void.
It was as if Roger had built an unbreakable wall around himself—one that she was powerless to breach.
The relentless rejection gnawed at her, leaving her anxious and on edge. Her once-steady composure began to crack, the isolation threatening to suffocate her.
But the final blow came the next morning—delivered by a courier in a crisp envelope. Divorce papers.
