By the end of the third week, Solace’s stock value had plummeted. Investors began quietly withdrawing their support. Mr. D sent a curt email demanding updates. Two minor partners pulled out entirely.
The pressure was suffocating.
And Maya felt it more than anyone.
Maya sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling through financial reports she barely understood. Her hands trembled. Her chest felt tight.
She had invested everything into this—her time, her energy, her future. She had believed Sebastian would give her a better life than her husband ever did.
But now?
She was watching her “better life” crumble.
She grabbed her phone and called Claire.
Claire answered on the second ring. “Maya? You sound awful.”
“Everything is falling apart,” Maya said, voice shaking. “Solace is dying. Investo
