The Scarf That Broke Us
price she demanded, and in doing so, I had stripped her of her power over me. It was over. I looked down
to the Hayes Development building. I walked into the HR de
ou go,"
fingers flying across the keyboard as if she was afraid Victoria might call and rescind the order. Within thirty minutes, it was d
thing left to do. I took a cab back to the penthouse f
ning against the walls, waiting to replace my architectural sketches. His oversized, ostentatious stereo system was set
to Victoria' s side of the bed. I took off the heavy gold watch she had given me for our anniversary, the supposed symbol of loyalty. I placed
e in a post. I clicked on it. The video from the restaurant was already online, filmed by one of the p
eculation. "What a loser." "She's better of
hem, and they were a part of a life I was leaving behind. I systematically opened my social media apps-Instagram
h my old architectural models, intricate miniature buildings I had spent hundr
small but detailed, full of hope and ambition. I walked over to R
e model o
voice neutral. "A
ace. He took it tentatively. My gesture of complete and utter
. I opened my contacts list. I found Victoria' s name, held my finger on it, and pressed 'Block.' Then I pr
ing shut, I felt the weight of the last five years
after her public display of power. She decided to call me, perhaps to i
old, automated voic
is not in service. Please ch
mall, unfamiliar flicker of unease went through her. She was use
ate line buzzed. It
tion protocol for Mr. Miller has been completed. His corporate accounts and building a
n in her hand dropped onto
He actual
e game. He had taken her public act of humiliation and used it as an exit