Chapter 2
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Chapter 2
Derrick said I was being petty. Then, like it proved some point, he used it as an excuse to “make it official” and moved Molly to work directly under him.
The more upset I got, the harder he leaned in-dragging her to every social event, serving her food, even wiping her mouth at company dinners.
When we fought, he’d ice me out. When I apologized, he’d round up his buddies to lecture me like I was some jealous mess.
For a while, I actually blamed myself. Thought maybe I wasn’t generous enough. Thought maybe that’s why we ended up here.
But on day three of one of his silent treatments-when I was too sick to even sit up and he still packed his bags for a trip with Molly–I gave up.
That’s when it hit me: he wasn’t trying to be noble. He just used my “pettiness” as a shield so he could keep doing what he wanted without feeling guilty.
Even if I hadn’t caught those late-night chats, he would’ve just found another excuse to be with her.
After their latest business trip, they were still grabbing dinner, drinks, playing tennis-same routine. But something between them had changed. I could feel it.
Not that it mattered.
Five years together, and it was done.
This whole mess had dragged on long enough.
I was the last one in the office, finishing up the proposal. Checked my phone-Molly had been busy posting.
Candlelit dinner at some fancy spot. Two plates of steak. Derrick, all polished and perfect, cutting hers for her.
Caption: [Steak cut by the CEO himself-it has to taste better.]
The comments were full of heart emojis and fangirling. A few clueless people even asked when the wedding was. Derrick replied with three dots. Molly followed up with a cheeky emoji.
No clarification. Just like always.
But this time, I didn’t blow up. Didn’t call him, didn’t get scolded for “overreacting.”
I just texted him: proposal’s done. Dropped the docs in his office, refilled the water like he asked, then drove home.
The second I walked in, my phone rang-Derrick’s number.
I picked up, but it wasn’t him.
“Yara, it’s Molly. Thanks for your help with the project. I’ll treat you to dinner sometime.” Her voice was all sugar.
Before I could answer, Derrick cut in. “No need to thank her. It’s her job.”
Molly teased. “Mr. Cromwell, she’s your fiancée. Can’t you talk to her a little nicer?”
They sounded like the real couple.
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I let out a quiet laugh.
Derrick-who used to freak out if I even glanced at his phone-now handed it to Molly like it was no big deal.
And honestly? I felt weirdly calm.
What used to feel like the end of the world suddenly felt… small.
They kept joking for a bit, then Derrick finally remembered I was still on the line. “I’ll be back soon. No need to wait-get some rest.”
Then he hung up.
His “soon” usually meant four, five hours. I used to pace the whole time, worried sick.
But this time, I didn’t bother.
I just walked to the study and looked at the calendar on my desk.
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