Madam Collins woke up in an exceptionally cheerful mood. The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over her lavish bedroom, mirroring the excitement bubbling within her.
Today promised to be a triumphant day, one filled with long-awaited satisfaction. Three years! Three years she had done her best to break that woman's spirit but Melanie had persisted. It didn't matter to her whether she was given a talking to or insulted in front of the servants.
Melanie was like an immovable fortress, not at all bothered by her. And just as Melanie had continued to endure silently, Linda Collins' urge to see her broken and lost had multiplied! That wish would finally come true today.
Everything had gone exactly according to plan the previous night, and now, she eagerly anticipated receiving good news about Melanie's unfortunate losses. Her image should have been crumbled by now and the people who had agreed to help her would also be rushing to cut off ties.
