Bride to Be, Not Me

Chapter 6 Simon was surprised that Janice had the guts to take that tone with him. He pulled her to the living room on the second floor.

"Let me go!"

Janice shook his hand off. The tears in her eyes dripped onto her shirt.

"What kind of attitude are you taking with me?"

Simon's misogyny took over him. "Don't you know that I've been helping you throughout today?"

He grabbed her wrist and ignored her struggles. Whether his grip hurt her or not was also not part of his

concerns.

Janice suddenly fell silent.

After a moment, she asked hoarsely, "Were you helping me?"

What had he done for her? Was it when he made a mess so she had to come home to endless chores? Or was it when Simon said he wanted home-cooked food and forced her to cook and bring him food?

"Haven't I paid for half of your house? If I hadn't given the go-ahead, would you hold 25% of Refined Threads Co.'s shares? Countless investors are looking to invest here, but I turned them all down. Janice, how could you be so ungrateful?"

He was shameless. Janice's wrist throbbed. "Simon, let me go."

"What can you do if I don't?" Simon's eyes were rimmed red as he continued, "Janice, you better be careful with that attitude of yours around me. I don't care how you treat Mom or Sarah, but you have to remember where you stand with me.

"Throw out all that rubbish of yours. Keep your emotions in line. Don't let them affect your work."

He flung Janice's hand away like she was a rag doll.

Rubbish... Janice was enraged by his high-and-mighty attitude. She spat, "This 'rubbish' kept Refined Textiles Co. running. Simon, how dare you look down on them?"

Simon paused. "What did you say?"

Janice realized what she had said. She pursed her lips and remained silent.

Simon mocked, "Janice, you've dreamed so much your brain has rotted. Your crochet designs are not bad, I'll admit that.

much confidence in yourself. Were you given some kind of top ten seamstresses in

much time to daydream, you should use it to practice your crocheting skills. You're making such beginner's mistakes. In which universe do you think you'll ever get your breakthrough?" The familiar demeaning words spewed

up at him and asked, "If I make a name for myself in the future,

probably on the last page. Even if he did apologize, it

he did make a mistake. Simon lifted Janice's chin. He said slowly, "You'll never make a

question while sneaking

All you do is insult and put

childish? Praise will only inflate your ego. I'm

eyes and grasped at the torn crochet design in her hands. Then, she turned and

She asked, "Simon, has Janice

Janice walking away with her

time of day.

to test how much Simon liked her.

she did her crocheting. Then, she calmed herself and began putting her work

her face against her will. Her effort went unappreciated and was thrown around like rubbish.

from splashing onto her crocheting, Janice leaned back. Her tears splattered onto the floor instead, audible in

much grief. What hurt her the most was Simon's inability to understand and

find fault with

she took one of her better pieces of crocheting to a competition to make a name for Refined Threads Co. Her work won first in the Winter Tournament. She'd thought

too proud. This is just a rare occasion where you exceeded your usual standards. I know how you perform on average. More effort needs to be put in." Simon treated her as though he

never cared about material riches. Their relationship

heart rendered her weak. She threw her crochet hooks aside and leaned on the glass window of her office. Tears

eventually drifted off to sleep.

her slumber by her phone ringing. It

Then, she turned on the lights to continue putting her work back together. Their collaboration with Prosper Stitch Group

for Simon's calls, she ignored them

office. They were in opposite directions. They wouldn't run into each other if they didn't

dawn broke, Janice massaged her

"Ms. Smith?"

to tidy up the office and await Janice's

"Make a

"Alright."

the day. In between meetings,