In a matter of minutes, I’d gone from resigning of my own accord to being publicly dismissed.
Of course, he couldn’t have the world thinking the “orphan” he’d taken a pity on had any special tie to him.
After a long moment, I let out a quiet, shaky laugh.
Then, I reached up and pulled the plain silver ring from the chain around my neck.
It was our couple’s ring. He’d once begged to wear it on his hand, but he didn’t want his coworkers to find out, so I’d compromised and kept it close to my heart instead.
“Well, I guess that’s that.”
I said word by word, my voice so light it almost got swallowed by the air.
And in front of everyone, I tossed the ring into the trash.
“Sir,” I said quietly, my voice trembling but cold, “I won’t make a scene anymore.”
When I turned to leave, my steps were surprisingly steady.
“Issy—” Ross started, but Zamora’s hand on his arm stopped him.
With four days left until the birthday party, I returned home and began packing up everything that belonged to me, piece by piece, into a single suitcase.
The couple’s clothes, toothbrushes, mugs—they were all carefully packed, then without hesitation, tossed into the trash.