Grace's POV
Six weeks had slipped by since that life-altering day, yet my circumstances remained unchanged.
Work consumed my days while Charles continued his pattern of worthlessness. The sole difference lay in our relationship status. I'd blocked his number after that bastard wouldn't stop bombarding me with texts and calls, demanding I stop being a "tantrum-throwing bitch" and return home immediately because my choice to leave was supposedly "unreasonable and childish."
After another grueling workday, I collapsed onto my bed. Constant fatigue plagued me lately. My body felt remarkably drained since the month began—initially, I attributed it to overwork, though my schedule hadn't actually increased. Strangely, I'd been sleeping more than usual.
"Could I be ill?" I wondered aloud. "I rarely get sick easily. Perhaps the stress is overwhelming me."
