105 Betrayal

Linda shook her head abruptly, trying to push the intrusive thoughts crowding her mind. Why was she thinking so much about him? Vladimir was nothing more than her stalker, a haunting figure from her past. She needed to push him out of her thoughts. "No," she muttered to herself, shaking off the memories. She had no romantic history with him; he was merely a lingering shadow of her past. Determined to distract herself, she poured a glass of water and downed it in one gulp. With a sigh, Linda made her way downstairs to the tranquil garden, seeking solace amidst the blooming flowers and rustling trees. Settling onto a bench, she closed her eyes, hoping to quiet the storm of thoughts swirling within her mind. As she basked in the serenity of the garden, peaceful silence was interrupted by the sound of a car pulling into the compound, drawing her attention back to the present moment. Linda sprang to her feet, her heart racing with anticipation as she assumed Marcel had returned.