This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr

“You—”

Asher and his supporters grew so incensed at her words that their faces turned the color of beetroot, but they couldn’t retort against her. She was right; she might be the vice president now, but the fact remained that she was the largest shareholder of the company, and that meant she enjoyed privileges they did not. As unhappy as they were, they had neither the means nor standing to retaliate against her.

At the sight of the scowls on their faces, Sonia smirked and refrained from snorting in contempt. I can’t believe they’re still trying to pick a bone with me at this point. How petty. Stoically, she withdrew her gaze and glanced in the direction of Charles’ seat.

He had his head down, so she couldn’t quite see the look on his face, but she felt how distant he was all the same. She sighed quietly as she settled into her chair and announced, “Alright, let’s start the meeting.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the whole table chorused as everyone opened up the folder in front of them.

The meeting went on for two hours before it came to a conclusion. Asher and his supporters were the first to leave the room, but Sonia stayed unmoving in her seat. She didn’t keep her things or seem like she was about to rise to her feet and walk out of the room any time soon.

Instead, she leaned into her seat and rested her head against the back of her chair, staring at Charles.

Presently, Charles was keeping his things, and when he was done, he stood up to leave.

Seeing this, Sonia quickly called out, “Charles, wait.”

He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her, his expression devoid of the warmth and humor she was used to seeing. He looked almost impassive as he asked flatly, “What is it?”

Sure enough, he was sticking to his promise and had dropped the term of endearment. In the past, he would have added ‘baby’ to that statement.

Sonia was composed as she rose from her seat and eyed him steadily. “How about you and I have a talk?”

“About what?” he asked, his gaze on her indifferent and distant.

watching the others who had yet to file out

and hurried out the doors. Soon, the large conference room

how you’re still holding a

he really was still holding a grudge against her for their

not only due to the fact that he knew she would never choose him as a romantic partner, but also the way she had gone

it had taken was Toby’s unhappy

am I supposed to just let

and said, “I’m sorry, Charles. I know I should have been more considerate of your feelings instead of springing the conversation up on you like that, but I don’t think I

at her. “How... How did you know?” He had been in love with her for more than a decade, and she was the one thing on his mind ever since he learned the ways of the world. He had wanted to confess his feelings for her on countless occasions, but his lack

anyway, much to

way, and I can’t ever reciprocate your feelings for me. What I’ve done, at best, was to make you give up hope

“No, I won’t—”

I reckon it’s been a long time. That just goes to show that you’re sentimental enough to hold on to the idea of us, and if that were to go on, then you’d fall too deep to save yourself from inevitable heartbreak. I don’t want to see you end up that way, Charles. You’re my best friend, and the last thing I want to do is to hurt you, so please just let go of your feelings for me, even if it means changing the

clear: the both of them would never work out as a couple. She hoped she had put that point out emphatically enough to make him understand how important it

angrily, “So you’re warning me to drop all those affectionate nicknames for you and to stop being all chummy with you, and you want me

here. I don’t love you more than just a friend, so romance is definitely off the table for us, which is why I need to make things clear. I need you to understand that

his fantasy and let

stabbed through his heart mercilessly;

what I meant. I just like us better when we’re friends

“I get it now. You just want us to be friends

confirmed solemnly, nodding