Infidelity: His Regret, My Revenge – A Twisted Love Story You Can't Ignore

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Julian took a look at the iron bucket with black smoke, wondering if I was crazy.“Why don’t you just throw it away?”

“Fire purges better.” I replied.

He twisted his eyebrows. We stand wordlessly in the yard, the last ray of sunlight swallowed by darkness.

On Friday morning, the 4S shop called and told me my car was fixed. I went to get the car and remembered about the jacket. It was supposed to be washed and returned…

I called Gary, telling him that my car had been repaired. When I sent him the repair list and the cost, I added a work at the end: If I may ask, what’s your boss’s exact height, weight, measurements?

I asked that because I decided to get a matching suit and trousers to return. I owed them one.

I hadn’t received a reply for a long time. Perhaps even Gary wasn’t sure about his boss’s states? I didn’t think much of it

either.

As I approached the next corner, My phone buzzed with Finance’s call about audit discrepancies. My forehead healed and I drove to the office.

I had been absent for days. When I came to the project department, my men came to ask if I was fine. I hadn’t told them about my departure. I felt kind of sorry that they would have to deal with a new boss.

I started clearing four weeks of backlog. The resignation letter sat buffering in

Before I

got

made me nauseous at the tea room.

the Crowe Corp is working

mean Mr. Shaw is

Mr. Shaw’s girlfriend? What should Ms. Frost do if they

sighing in unison, they whispered over their coffee about Rita’s shamelessness, my plight, and Julian’s heartless demeanor.

listening. My knuckles whitened around the mug. I went back to my

crinkled in my grip as I stabbed the elevator button. Early resignation equals early

walked to Julian’s office. Roy rushed to stop me,

I suddenly changed direction and

annoyed with myself. Now that I was determined to leave him, what was there to be mad at him?

just couldn’t control myself. Perhaps this was why humans were so often enslaved by their emotions.

rang out from the office.

in a bath towel, lying on Julian’s back, was startled. The smile on Julian’s face solidified. Roy looked desperate, covering his eyes while saying, “Ms. Frost, here’s the thing. Miss Crowe just

my head, saying, “A Harvard MBA reduced to playing pimp.

I walked toward Julian

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