A Vow to Part

A Vow to Part

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A text message came through, accompanied by five incriminating photos-entwined lingerie, fingers tightly interlocked, crumpled sheets clutched in a fist, a blurred reflection in the bathroom... This wasn't the first time Rona received such provocation. The large hand gripping another woman's wrist so tightly it seemed to embed into her flesh-she instantly recognized it as belonging to his longtime love since childhood, Darren. She glanced at the date on the photos, realizing it coincided with their third anniversary of being together. On that day, Rona received an emergency call from the hospital, informing her of Darren's car accident. In a panic, she raced through three red lights to get there, only to witness Darren rushing into the emergency room, holding his blood-soaked secretary, Khloe. Without any explanation, he vanished for nine days, finally reappearing with another woman by his side. It was rumored that she had sustained severe injuries and memory loss while saving Darren, leading to a deep dependency on him. Feeling guilty, Darren showered her with tenderness, staying by her side constantly out of deep gratitude for saving his life. Rona let out a cold laugh and closed the message thread. She finally texted her persistently nagging mother, "I agree to the family-arranged marriage." But before leaving, Rona intended to prepare three significant gifts for Darren.

Chapter 1

A message arrived with five attached photos.

Those were photos of entangled clothes, hands clasped tightly, crumpled sheets, a blurred reflection in the bathroom mirror...

This wasn't the first time Rona Lewis had received such a provocation.

The large hand, clutching so hard that it was almost embedded in the flesh of another woman's wrist, was instantly recognizable as belonging to her longtime boyfriend, Darren Williams, with whom she had grown up.

She glanced at the date on the photos. They were taken on their third anniversary.

On that day, Rona, having received an emergency call from the hospital, was told that Darren had been in a car accident. In a panic, she had run through three red lights to get to the hospital.

But as she had arrived, she just saw Darren rushing into the emergency room, carrying his secretary, Khloe Flynn, who was covered in blood.

He disappeared for nine days, and finally reappeared with Khloe by his side without any explanation.

It was said that Khloe was severely injured and lost her memory while saving Darren, causing her heavy reliance on him.

Feeling guilty, Darren was devoted to tenderly take care of her and always stayed by her side to repay her favor.

Letting out a cold laugh, Rona closed the chat and finally sent a message to her mother who had been rushing her, "I agree to the marriage."

But before leaving, Rona had three gifts for Darren.

...

Rona was standing in front of Darren's office, with the contract that the legal department was urging to be signed clutched in her hand.

At first, she habitually wanted to push the door open and walk in.

Everyone in the company knew about her relationship with Darren, so formalities were never needed.

But today, she gently knocked at the door after she hesitatingly held her hand over the door for a moment.

Inside, there was rustling sounds mixed with a woman's soft laughter.

Rona's heart tightened. But she couldn't stop herself from pushing the door open.

The scene in the office she saw was like a slap in her face.

Darren was leaning against the desk, with Khloe almost entirely nestled in his arms, adjusting his tie with her slender hands.

Sunlight streamed through the picture windows, outlining a silhouette of an intimate couple.

"Darren, here are the documents..." Rona's voice was caught in her throat.

Both Darren and Khloe turned to Rona.

Khloe's face still bore a faint blush. A flicker of panic crossed Darren's eyes before he regained his usual composure.

He naturally distanced himself from Khloe, striding quickly toward Rona.

"Rona?" As he reached for the documents, his fingers slipped between hers, interlocking them, "Why did you come up here yourself? Miss me?"

His hand was warm and dry, the touch Rona was most familiar with.

For the past three years, his hands had secretly squeezed her fingertips under the conference table, held her waist at an annual party to declare her identity as his girlfriend, and draped a coat over her shoulders during late-night overtime.

But now, she only felt the heat from it was uncomfortably burning.

Instinctively, Rona tried to pull her hand back, but she couldn't as Darren tightened his grip.

He leaned down, his breath brushing her earlobe, "Don't overthink it. Khloe just wasn't feeling well."

"Darren," Khloe's frail voice came from behind, "I'm dizzy."

Darren's body noticeably stiffened.

Rona saw a momentary struggle flashed in his eyes, but it was gone in an instant.

He released her hand and turned back to Khloe, "Is it hurting again? Should I call a doctor?"

Khloe shook her head, leaning softly against Darren, "Just stay with me."

She lifted her watery eyes to Rona, "Ms. Lewis, could you please leave? I'm not in a state to see anyone right now."

Rona's nails dug deep into her palm.

After the car accident three months ago, Khloe had become this delicate, with Darren being the only one who could comfort her.

People at the company had been gossiping that Khloe was injured because of saving Darren and it became a debt of gratitude he could never fully repay.

"These are the documents." Rona placed the contracts on the coffee table, her voice calm, "The legal department really need them right now."

Darren, holding Khloe, frowned slightly, "Rona."

"Excuse me." As Rona turned to leave, she caught a fleeting glimpse of Khloe's smug smile.

As the door closed, she heard Khloe's tearful voice, "Darren, am I disturbing you...? But I'm really scared..."

Rona didn't stop, striding quickly toward the elevator.

A few colleagues in the hallway cast suggestive glances at her.

They still considered Rona and Darren as the enviable couple in the office.

But no one knew that every time Khloe called, Darren would drop everything just to be by her side.

As the elevator doors closed, Rona finally allowed herself a deep breath.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. It was a message from her mother. "The Johnson family is asking again. What do you think?"

For the first time in three months, Rona replied her mother without hesitation. "I agree to the marriage."

Almost immediately, a call came in. It was from her mother, Helena Randerson.

"Why the sudden change of mind?" Helena's voice was clearly surprised, "Didn't you say last time to wait a bit longer?"

"Nothing. Just feel it's time to make the decision." Rona replied.

"You didn't sound right." Helena keenly noticed something, "Is it something with Darren..."

"Mom," Rona cut her off, "I want to come back."

There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Alright, I'll arrange a meeting with the Johnson family next month. Are you sure about this?"

"Yes. As soon as my resignation is finished, I'll go home." Rona hung up and sent a message to the HR department. "I have decided not to renew my contract when it expires. Please process my resignation."

Jade Lee, the HR Director, replied promptly. "This is so sudden, Rona. Should I inform Darren? The resignation of executives requires his signature."

Rona closed her eyes briefly. "Don't tell him yet. I'll handle it before the contract expires."

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