Mera went to Ash house the other day, expecting to see him, but as she was about to enter their village gate, she noticed the man's car driving outside the village. When she looked out the window, she saw Ash. She was about to call him but stopped herself when she realized he might ignore her again. She just sighed and drove on to the man's house.

She parked her car and went into Ash mother's house, where she sat in the living room. I was sitting and staring out the window.

"Aunt Rose," she called out, surprised to see her. She got up from the couch and approached her to hug her.

"Mera," she said, giving her a warm hug. "It's good to see you; how are you, honey?" she asked, taking her to the couch to sit.

Ash mother is already 56 years old, the same age as Mera's mother, but she is too young for her age. When you see her, you'd never guess she's in her fifties. She has very white skin that turns pinkish when you pinch it, pink lips, and very beautiful brown eyes. Her hair is smooth and straight. She's also very attractive. Uncle Benj, her husband, is in the same boat. He's also far too attractive. It's no surprise Drake is also quite attractive. He got all of their attention.

"I'm fine, Auntie. How about you? Seems like you were thinking of something before I arrived," she said as she sat beside her.

"I'm fine; how are your parents?"

"They're both good. Doing well in business, as usual," she said, admitting that it wasn't the right thing to say. She had forgotten that her Aunt's business was not doing well at the moment.

Aunt Rose replied with a slight smile, "That's good to hear."

"Honestly, Auntie, I came here because I heard about the news," she explained, drawing the woman's attention.

"Ohh, it's okay. If my husband can't fix the problem, we'll probably have to lay low in life," she said sadly. Mera feels bad when she sees her smile.

"Is there anything I can do to help you, Auntie?" she asked, adding, "Mom and Dad might be able to help you as well."

"I don't think you can, honey, but don't worry, if I ever need help, you'll be the first person I call," Auntie Rose said, making her heart skip a beat.

"I'm always here to help Auntie," she said with a smile.

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"She left?" Ash inquired of the maid. He had just arrived at Jane's house when the maid informed him that she had left. He reached into his pocket for his phone and dialed Jane number, but it didn't ring. He can only hear the *toot toot* sound.

*Weird. She never left the house without first calling him. Maybe she had a photoshoot and forgot to tell him about it? * He pondered.

"Perhaps I'll just have to sit here and wait for her," he said as he sat on the couch. "Did she tell you where she's going? I can't seem to contact her; why did she even have to turn off her phone?" He said, still trying to reach her.

"Actually, sir, she didn't tell me where she's going; she just told me to keep an eye on the house for the time being," the maid replied, shaking his head.

"OK," he simply replied.

"But she had luggage with her when she left," the maid added, making him look at her puzzled.

"What do you mean?" he inquired.

"I saw her packing her belongings."

Ash came to a halt when he heard what he had heard and dashed to Natasha's room. His breathing became labored. He doesn't want to consider it, but what if Jane left?

*No, no, no. She won't be able to do that to me. He muttered in his head, "She just can't do that."

When he opened Jane's room door, he went straight to her closet and was disappointed to see nothing. Her closet is bare. He looked in every corner of the closet and couldn't find anything.

He sat down on the floor unexpectedly. He appeared frail; he had no idea Jane would abandon him so abruptly. She left him in the dark when he had already decided to support her in her dreams. He felt duped. Tears well up in his eyes as he realizes. It's excruciatingly painful.

*Is this my punishment for being too enamored with her? I didn't even try to cheat. I just wanted to be with her. We're all together. Why did she feel compelled to abandon me? *

He rose from the ground and took a look around the room. His gaze was then fixed on the table, which had a single piece of paper on it. He went to get it.

Greetings, Love.

I hope I've already left for New York by the time you see and read this letter. I'm sorry for not informing you sooner that I'll be leaving so early, but I know you'll just stop me. And I'm not going to let you do that. You are aware that this has been a long-held ambition of mine. I'm hoping you'll get what I'm saying. I'm not going to ask you not to hate me because I left you in the dark and without explanation. And all I want you to know is how much I adore you. Keep in mind that I always love you and I will always be here for you matter what happens. I know this might sound funny and hilarious to you but that's what I felt."

Yours,
Your Woman*

As he finished reading the letter, his tears began to fall one by one. Fuck!

The piece of paper was crumpled by him.

"So that's it? That's all? After everything, she just left me with some shit piece of paper?" he enraged. He's still not believing it.

His mind is filled with rage. His mind was racing with unimaginable ideas. His hands were clenched into fists.

This is a day he will never forget. He'll never be able to forget what she did to him.

He stormed out of the woman's room and dashed to his car. He punched his car's steering wheel and cursed like there was no tomorrow.

He needs to drink something. He must forget about her. He has to get her out of his system.