I sat frozen, breath catching in my chest, as if some invisible thread had wrapped tightly around my heart, pulling, choking.
When Diego chased after me, he was just like this.
Flirtatious. Bold. Relentless.
A cold, elegant young master, fiercely pursuing the girl he wanted, and back then, the girl had been me.
But now, I was no longer the heroine.
I followed them all the way to the office.
From afar, I saw how they deliberately kept a polite distance while walking into the building, pretending there was nothing between them at all.
Diego walked ahead, returning greetings with polished ease, then casually lifted a hand in her direction, effortlessly, almost unintentionally.
Amid the waves of envious stares, she stepped into his private elevator.
As if to declare it to the entire office. She held a privilege no one else could touch.
The sight pierced my eyes like a blade.
I remained frozen in the car, emotions tangled and heavy, until the housemaid called again.
She said Madeline had woken up and was searching the house for me.
I went home.
When Madeline flung her arms around my neck, my nose burned from the tears I fought to hold back.