CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Joyce was unaware of what Natalie was planning. “Nat, do you have some tissue?”

“Here.” Natalie rummaged through her pure platinum purse and handed the entire packet to Joyce.

“Thanks,” she sniffled as she extracted a piece to dry her tears. “Nat, I've decided to give up,” she murmured, keeping her eyes fixed on her feet.

Natalie gaped at her. “Give up on your feelings toward Stanley?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Joyce took a deep breath, willing herself to suppress the inevitable tears by forcing a smile. “Because I'm tired. I've loved him for over ten years, and where has that gotten me? A bruised and battered soul with not much dignity left. I don't think I can hold on any longer.”

Joyce spun around suddenly, gazing deep into Natalie's eyes with her own bloodshot ones. “I can see it clearly now. Stanley would rather be with any other woman than me. He will never love me. That is why I'm giving up on him.”

Natalie opened her mouth intending to offer words of advice, but she could come up with none.

It was certainly a pity for Joyce to give up on Stanley after loving him for so many years.

if Joyce were to continue hanging on, it would just be waiting in vain. For

slip by,

it would be wiser to

down her current path. However, the choice to let go

made up your mind?” Natalie

an instant. After a second or two, she gave a resolute nod.

all these years with the fantasy of being with Stanley. There are plenty of eligible men out there, Joyce. Now's the time

right. I can't be letting my youth wither away hanging on to just one man. From now on, I will meet other men and find one who is even better than Stanley who will love me back. I refuse to accept the fact that I

sense of foreboding came a little too late as Joyce yelled, “Stanley, I'm giving up on you! You're out of my

on her, Joyce gulped

haste of which she had emptied her drink,

of the onlookers, Natalie stood up and quickly escorted her friend

of Natalie and Joyce from a lounge on the second floor.

appeared, handing Stanley a glass of wine. “Stanley. That's you, isn't it?

Peter, you're a humorous man. I'm

that so?” the man

else with the same name. Excuse me, but