Untitled chapter 1
Introduction
Could it be bitterness or indignation? She suffered in agony. A devastating blow inflicted profound pain that reached her very bone marrow. She had become so embittered that even depression could not penetrate her defenses. No, her stubbornness would not allow that. She remained a formidable force in the face of every adversity. Graduating at the top of her class in the police academy, she consistently navigated through the patriarchal landscape. No one ever asked her out on a date during her school years. Who would want to engage with a young, assertive, dominant, and competitive woman? Her billionaire father had always envisioned having a son as his first child. She made herself worth five boys in an effort to earn his affection. Alternatively, could it be his fault for shaping such an iron-willed woman that no man could control? The only thing that truly mattered to her was progressing forward. Yet, there were the lonely nights, filled with memories she believed she had permanently left behind. So painful and cold, while everyone around her perceived her as a heartless, stone-cold feminist matriarch. She sat on the staircase that led to the main entrance of their newly built home. Gazing into the void, her eyes resembled those of a lifeless man, wide open. Yet, her heart thumped fiercely as she counted each second in solitude. A secluded compound with a beautiful garden and an orchard nearby. Immaculately maintained, for she was a woman of perfection and order. The three-month-old pregnancy offered her no solace. She believed she had conditioned herself not to weep, but the current circumstances proved to be misleading. She cried out in despair, wishing to awaken one morning and find it had all been a mere dream. Each morning, as the sun rose, she confronted a harsh reality. She had isolated herself from the world. No one who knew her dared to approach her. Although they were well aware of her, no one feared she would resort to suicide, despite some lingering doubts. Nevertheless, witnessing her stealthily stepping out at night to gather a few groceries and other essentials was unsettling Late-night supermarkets provided comfort to all. Her supervisor at work was pleased that she could finally take a break and allow the men to feel in control. He held her fiancé in high regard but questioned why it was taking him so long. As everyone gradually withdrew from the search, she became increasingly invested in it. Her father felt a sense of pride that she had managed to find a man to father her child, and on top of that, he was finally going to have a son. Unbeknownst to them, she had converted her spacious, beautiful bedroom into a high-tech surveillance office to locate the man she knew she loved.
