The night before the board meeting, sleep eludes me.
I lie awake in the dark, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing with possibilities.
What will happen tomorrow? Will Mark finally strip me of everything? Or is there a chance, however slim, that I can hold on?
These questions swirl in my head, refusing to settle.
Eventually, exhaustion takes over, and I drift into a fitful sleep.
Morning comes too soon, the sun peeking through the curtains, casting a dim light into the room.
I get up, moving through my routine on autopilot, my mind elsewhere.
The drive to the meeting is quiet, the roads nearly empty at this early hour.
As I pull into the parking lot, my heart pounds in my chest, a mix of fear and determination.
I step out of the car, taking a deep breath to steady myself.
