Sarah’s POV
I finally managed to get a taxi with help from the restaurant’s security guard.
Sitting in the car, it hit me – even this apartment I lived in was from James.
Back when I first started working, I was broke and desperately needed a place to stay.
James had casually bought this apartment near the office and given it to me.
Back then, I thought it meant I was special to him, secretly feeling proud. I’d forgotten that with his wealth, it was nothing more than pocket change.
Reaching my building, I noticed the lights were on in my apartment.
A burglar?
I rushed upstairs, only to find clothes and belongings scattered everywhere when I opened the door.
The entire place had been turned upside down, and the culprit was sitting brazenly on my couch.
“Oh, Sarah, you’re back?” Emma said with a smirk.
“What are you doing?” I glared at her. “You know I can call the police for breaking and entering.”
“Breaking and entering?”
