Without another word, I grabbed my bag and left.
That was the moment I knew. I wasn’t just leaving the city. I was leaving him, too. I'm breaking up with Alpha for good.
As I pondered how Ethan treated his assistant, Fiona, compared to how he treated me, my hand trembled, knocking my fork to the floor. My thoughts were a mess, and when I bent down to pick it up, I saw Ethan standing by the doorway, dressed and ready to leave.
Without even turning back, he tossed his words over his shoulder. "Something urgent came up at the office. I'll give you a ride next time," he muttered before hurrying out. Just like that—no concern, no care. I stood there in silence, wondering when exactly I became invisible to him.
When I limped into my cubicle, the pain in my leg from the rogue attack throbbed, but I pushed through. Something was off today, though. My colleagues kept casting me sympathetic glances. It was as if they knew something I didn’t.
Later, as I filled my water bottle in the break room, I overheard two colleagues whispering behind me.
“So, it’s true? Alpha really ditched our Luna for that assistant of his?” one said.