Love Coming from the Least Expected

I stood there, frozen for a long while before it finally hit me. I was getting fired.

“Did I do something wrong? Please tell me what it is, and I promise I’ll improve in the future,” I begged. I really needed this job.

The manager frowned at me, sighing regretfully. “Vonnie, there are some things that are simply out of my control. This was a direct order from Mr. Whitrow. Even if I wanted to keep you, I can’t. I’m really sorry; three months of pay is the most I can offer you right now.”

Is it because of Yvette? I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to recompose myself. She was the young lady of the Tanner family. It made sense that there wasn’t a single boss or CEO who would dare go against her words, and she had already publicly criticized my morals in front of my boss.

taking such care of me all this time. I won’t trouble

come into work with. I could never figure out why my manager was always so kind to me, but I knew it would be fruitless to expect

me as we parted ways at the building entrance and even reminded me to disregard what everyone else was saying. I merely

generations, while Ms. Martin, a famous pianist, is from the scholarly Martin family! Yesterday at Ms. Martin’s piano concert, Mr. Lane went up to give her

voice from somewhere startled me awake from my depressed daze. I raised my head and looked towards a large LED screen in the middle of the plaza. It was playing a video where Monica wore a gorgeous gown, standing in front of her piano as Christopher handed her a bouquet

of them looked

Monica’s concert yesterday? I wonder if he

stared dumbfounded at the dazzling man on the

from me because of this, possibly because he was worried that I would cling to him, even though he knew very

point, huh. It wasn’t like there was anything concrete between Christopher and I in the first place. I was

bustling city, I felt more lost than ever. Last time, when I found myself with nowhere to turn to, Christopher had been the one who gifted me with a house. Now that he was engaged, I couldn’t possibly

to become what I hated

does my heart hurt so much? My body moved forward as if on autopilot. I’d yet again lost the best thing