Sean, you really knew how to plan for your own benefit.
Tears splashed onto my phone screen, then a sharp ding sounded as the screen lit up.
[Come to my office.]
My numb heart jumped twice, still foolishly holding onto a trace of hope.
But as I approached his office, I heard Yvette crying inside.
“All right, stop crying,” he said gently. “If I say you’re qualified, then you’re qualified. I’ll handle her.”
Sean's soft, patient voice stabbed my chest like a dull knife, twisting, scraping open wounds that never had the chance to heal.
Six months ago, when Yvette spread rumors that I had slept with a client to close a deal, and the client’s wife beat me so badly I could only drink liquid food for two days, I had stood in front of him just like this, begging him to clear my name.
But all he said was: “Don’t be so dramatic and naïve. In the workplace, innocence speaks for itself.”
Bitterness spread through my wounds.
But I had to admit, he never gave me much love to begin with.
Eliza's POV
I pushed the door open, feeling numb.
Sean froze mid-gesture, his hand still near Yvette’s face as he wiped her tears. His expression darkened the moment he saw me.