She stood there, frozen, consumed by a rage she couldn’t express.
Cormac’s voice softened as he turned to Niamh. “Niamh, just focus on your work. Don’t pay any attention to anyone else. I’d like to see anyone in this company try to hurt you now.”
Niamh looked at Cormac, a flicker of gratitude in her heart. But it was only gratitude, nothing more.
“Niamh,” Cormac went on, “I was so foolish back then. I listened to Rhoslyn and I lost you. I regret it so much now. I—”
“I’m sorry, Cormac, but my shift is starting,” Niamh cut him off, knowing what was coming next. She picked up the discarded cardboard and hurried away.
After Niamh left, Cormac turned back to Rhoslyn. “If you leave Niamh alone and let her work in peace, we’ll call it even.”
“Even?” Rhoslyn thought, a bitter laugh rising in her throat. “Is it really that simple? If you knew I set her up, why did you stay with me? Why did you let me go through three miscarriages for you? Was it all just to get back at me for Niamh?”
As she watched Cormac’s retreating back, her features twisted into a mask of pure hatred.
“Niamh, if you think you’re going to have an easy life, you’re wrong. I’ll make sure of it.”
...
At 5:40 PM, Niamh arrived home carrying two large bags of groceries. The moment she opened the door, the quadruplets rushed to greet her.
“Wow, Mommy, you bought so much! Did you win the lottery?” Keir asked excitedly.
Niamh smiled. “Not the lottery, sweetie. Mommy got a promotion.”
“Wow, Mommy, you’re amazing! You got promoted so fast! What’s your new job?” Aurelia cheered, clapping her chubby little hands.
Lyric came over and took the bags from her. “Niamh, you really got promoted?”

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