9
Daniel was already stressed out by company matters, and now, facing Chloe’s unreasonable
behavior,
He had absolutely no patience left.
“Enough!”
“Stop interfering with company affairs!”
“Go home now. If you keep this up, we’re breaking up!”
Seeing Daniel’s harsh attitude,
Chloe became even more convinced of her suspicion: there definitely was a new woman among the new interns that Daniel was falling for.
She had no degree, and she’d fallen out with her family.
The only person she could rely on was Daniel, and she couldn’t tolerate any threat to that.
Chloe’s blood boiled, and she didn’t care about anything else.
She cried and yelled, even pushing Daniel aside and storming into the private room, making a huge
scene.
My gaze finally settled on Chloe, screaming like a madwoman, as she rushed into the private room. I turned to Mr. Davis across from me and decided to order three more signature dishes.
“Amelia, that’s plenty of food. I know you want to thank me, but you’re being too generous.”
I smiled, looking at the chaotic private room downstairs.
“Eat up.”
“If you hadn’t handled things so efficiently, I’d be the one acting like a crazy woman right now.”
“Inviting you to ten more meals wouldn’t be too much.”
Mr. Davis chuckled.
“It had little to do with me; you were simply decisive enough.”
“When you fail to cut ties, you suffer the consequences.”
The people at the company said that after that day, Daniel and Chloe broke up.
I guessed as much.
After all, that very night, my phone was once again flooded with Daniel’s remorseful texts begging me to get back together. I’d block one number, and he’d just switch to another. Like a persistent rash, utterly sickening.
When I truly loved him, Daniel trampled on my love.
Now that I had completely moved on, he was telling me he regretted it, that he loved me.
Daniel might genuinely regret it.
3:43 pm
But love? Please. He was desecrating the word “love.”
Delayed affection is cheaper than dirt, and he just went in circles only to realize I was the easiest to
fool.
That night, when Daniel sent me another garbage message, I finally couldn’t help but call him back. My voice was clearly disgusted:
“Please, I need you to not appear in my life in any form or way.””
“I can’t possibly forgive you.”
“I’ve just moved on, you piece of trash!”
From that day on, my life became completely quiet.
It was only a few days ago that Ben told me Daniel’s company had completely collapsed due to software issues, and he was now bankrupt and on a national blacklist for defaulting on his debts.
I didn’t feel sad.
It was like hearing a strange and amusing piece of gossip.
Amidst the sigh of mild commiseration, I even felt a touch of schadenfreude and secret delight.
It was another thunderstorm.
I was curled up at home, the AC set to 78°F, my favorite takeout on the table, and a show I wanted to binge-watch on my tablet. It was Saturday, and after eating, I could listen to the patter of the rain and take a lovely nap.
I live on my own terms, and I don’t dwell on the difficult parts.
As for Daniel,
He was like a gross, writhing caterpillar blocking my path on a sunny boulevard, gaudy and disgusting.
Just kick him aside.
Dead or alive, I don’t care; I just keep walking forward.
