Azariah - God Has Helped

Chapter 13

Kiara had grown to love her new environment in ways she never expected. The air felt lighter out there—wide open spaces, soft breezes threading through the trees, and people whose smiles didn't feel forced. She found herself warming to the small circle of coworkers she saw every day. And when she was offered a position at Davar's workplace—his assistant, and secretary to the boss herself—Kiara felt something stir inside her that she hadn't felt in a long time: hope.

She wasn't at her best, not even close, but she was happier than she had been in months—and that alone felt like a miracle.

She got the job because of her extraordinary typing skills, a gift she'd never really considered special until that day. She remembered it as vividly as if it were unfolding again right in front of her.

It was a soft, lazy Friday evening. Kiara was in the living room when the door burst open and Davar stumbled inside, breathless, chest heaving as if he had sprinted across the entire property. She jumped to her feet instantly—his panic always triggered her own.

"Kiara—Kiara," he gasped, pausing to drag air into his lungs. "I need you to type a letter... for me... Mrs. Minott needs it in the next hour."

She didn't hesitate. She nodded sharply, took the stacked documents and the laptop from his trembling hands, and watched him disappear through the doorway again. She sat down and let her fingers take over. Five pages. Complex wording. Tight formatting. But within fifteen minutes, it was done—perfect, polished, and printed.

When she brought the document to Mrs. Minott, the woman's reaction startled her. The boss stared at the pages as though she couldn't believe her own eyes.

"This... was typed today?" she asked.

Kiara nodded nervously.

"And by you?"

Another nod.

In an instant, the woman's face changed—delight, surprise, something like admiration flickered in her expression. She looked up and said, "I want you working for me. Start Monday."

Kiara thanked her, stunned and overjoyed, and carried that feeling with her for weeks. To this day, she excelled in that office—faster, sharper, more focused than even she expected of herself.

At her desk now, she caught herself smiling as the memory drifted through her mind. Work kept her occupied. Work made her feel sane. Work made her feel—useful.

Her son, little Dantae, was just over a year old now—big, curious, full of energy and mischief. Every day he amazed her, and every day she loved him more fiercely.

But even as she sat in her office smiling at the thought of him, another thought crept in behind it—her complicated feelings about Davar.

For years now—four years in total—he had been accusing her of cheating, flirting, or whatever insecurity his mind decided to manufacture. Kiara wasn't built that way. She was loyal, deeply loyal, and she valued her relationship more than she ever said out loud.

But Kiara was vibrant by nature. Adventurous. She loved going out, touching life, feeling joy. Davar was the opposite—quiet, suspicious, withdrawn. There were days she begged him to go out for something as simple as ice cream, and his refusal frustrated her to her core.

"If I take you out," he always said, "another man will see you and take you away."

Every time those words left his lips, Kiara felt something snap inside her. Anger. Disappointment. Exhaustion. Four years, and nothing had changed. Work, home, parenting. That was their entire world. She needed something different. She needed to breathe.