From Pawn to CEO Queen

long day at work. He dropped his briefcase by the door

meal waiting on the table, a smile on my face.

hen was dark. The

h in the living room, a p

on the suitcase. A flicker

Are you goin

wer. I just

va, I said I was sorry about the funeral. I'm

show up for me? Expect him not to try

rising. "She's fragile. She's been through a lot. You're suppo

life around his needs, his career, his happiness. I managed our home, suppor

s voice dropping, trying to sound reasonable.

verge of a breakdown, a crisis only Mark could solve.

satory. "You're trying to make me feel guilty for helping someone w

t were a weapon. As if the woman he fell in love wi

was a service provider. The moment I stopped providing t

face softening instantly. It was a text from C

lm and deliberate. "I'm not

on his lips as he typed a reply. He was in his ow

ng to register my words. "W

led out a small, velvet box. He open

you something. To make up for everythi

of jewelry could erase the fact that he left me alone to

back at his face. There was no

voice clear and s

by a cold fury. He saw my rejection not as a s

ut. "Be that way. If you want to thr

the bowl by the door and

oing to Chloe. The thought didn't e