Innumerable memories flooded Rose’s mind like relentless nightmares, leaving her heart in turmoil. She made her way to the fridge, retrieved a chilled bottle of water, and drank it all, hoping to quell the unrest within her.

At this moment, a thud emanated from the fitting room, jolting Rose. Hastily, she approached and rapped on the door, concern evident in her voice. “Ms. Sparks, is everything alright? Ms. Sparks?”

No one responded. Rose felt something was off and barged into the fitting room.

“Ms. Sparks!”

Clarissa had fainted, her upper body exposed. Clarissa’s back was covered with bruises and scabs formed by old injuries.

Rose was stunned for two seconds before she swiftly took off her coat to cover Clarissa’s body. Then she carried her up.

“Ms. Sparks, wake up!”

was palpable, yet her concern lingered. “How did you get these

Clarissa turned away, tears brimming in her

do this to you?” Rose’s eyes blazed with

is a private matter.

will transfer the money to you shortly. I will ask my assistant to collect the gown from

air, “Ms. Sparks, domestic abuse isn’t a singular event—it recurs, relentlessly haunting

the anguish and

willing to spend the rest of your life with that

under the strain. Are you resigned

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