~Elsewhere~
Phina George stepped out of a luxury boutique with a satisfied smile on her face.
The glossy glass doors slid shut behind her, reflecting her immaculate appearance—perfect makeup, styled hair, confidence worn like a second skin.
Though her marriage to Bruce had been strained by several factors, she didn't bother much.
Not when money still flowed steadily into her account. Not when the title Mrs. George still opened doors.
With enough dividends from the Norton Group, she had managed to keep herself afloat, living lavishly, comfortably—exactly as she pleased.
A dream she thought she had denied Stella.
Her arms were filled with shopping bags with various designer labels, limited editions, the kind of items that screamed status.
Her driver hurried behind her, struggling to keep up with several bags in his hands. She slid into the backseat of her car gracefully, while the driver carefully stuck the bags into the car trunk.
