Stella was the president of the Wilson Group, and everyone would compliment her on how young and talented she was.
The house belonged to her, and so did the car, so who would I be to identify myself in her house?
I thought the position I had occupied for so many years originally belonged to Charlie.
It made sense that I should leave when he came back.
If I arrived at the research center, I wouldn't be distracted anymore because it was what I loved to do and what I would spend my whole life dedicated to.
Once I got into research, all I could think about was the chemicals, leaving Stella behind for a while.
However, when I got off work, my easy journey home was now so challenging.
Charlie was no longer there, and it seemed the two had finished sleeping together.
I went to the bedroom and looked around, and Stella followed me with her arms wrapped around her, her head down, not daring to look at me.
It was in our bedroom that they slept together in the morning.
"Honey, what did you want to talk about?"
I took my glasses off and frowned, rubbing my eyebrows.
"Let's break up, Stella."
The bedroom was quiet for a while, and we were both silent.