---- Chapter 7 For the first time in years, I felt light, unburdened. Even as the plane shuddered through turbulence, I slept deeply, peacefully. Once I landed and cleared customs, I was greeted by the up-and-coming artist, Maxwell Zane, who had come personally to pick me up. Over the past two years, Maxwell had risen to fame not only overseas but also within Azura, with his popularity now rivaling that of Henry. Maxwell was, in fact, the new artist Henry feared most. "Finally! I've been waiting for you, Rosalind!" he said enthusiastically, giving me a warm hug and a cheek kiss. Though I knew it was meant as a friendly gesture, Icouldn't help but blush at the intimate gesture. After all, after ten years of knowing Henry, he had ---- grown indifferent to me, so much so that he barely lifted a finger for me anymore. He would often say, "You know, after so many years, we might as well be like brothers. Touching you would just disgust me." Gradually, it seemed like I was no longer his wife, but just his unpaid manager and free housekeeper. Maxwell drove me to the apartment he had arranged for me. It was a high-end loft, fully furnished, even staffed with a personal attendant. Maxwell took care of both the rent and the maid service. Thesitated, feeling a little uncomfortable by all the pampering, but Maxwell insisted. "Rosalind, on the surface, it may seem like I'm losing out on the rent and maid fees. But in fact, this saves us the time you can spend working for ---- me, which benefits me. "you're my future business partner, and I don't want you distracted by trivial matters." I felt a warmth in my heart. The treatment he rendered was so different from what I had received back home, and it made me more certain that leaving Henry was the right decision. Maxwell introduced me to the people in his studio. Everyone welcomed me enthusiastically, and there was even an admirer of mine who asked how Ihad managed to help Henry gain recognition in such a short time. Thad no idea that, in the eyes of others, my contribution was so significant. With Henry, he'd often find fault with me, belittle my work, and even dislike it when others praised me. ---- Over time, I felt more like a tool, an accessory, and everyone around me thought my work was something anyone could do. This time, I graciously accepted the compliments and shared some of my past experiences with my new colleagues. They had thoughtfully prepared a welcome dinner for me, and everyone enjoyed themselves thoroughly. Back at the apartment, I finally checked my phone -only to find it flooded with messages and countless missed calls, the battery nearly drained.