Then he got up and left the room.
The door clicked shut.
A few seconds later…
“Honey… are you sure this is okay?” Shannon’s voice came, soft but excited. “Doing this… while she’s here?”
Felix let out a quiet laugh. “You’re overthinking it. When have I ever broken a promise to you?”
My lashes trembled.
I opened my eyes slowly.
Through the glass doors, I could see them.
Right there.
Behind me.
He had her pinned against the wall, his body pressed close, his head lowering as he kissed her slowly, like he had all the time in the world.
Like I didn’t exist.
My hands clenched so hard my nails dug into my palms.
It hurts but not as much as before.
Not anymore. Because he didn’t deserve my pain.
...
The next morning, Felix left early for the company. I stayed in my room, working on my designs. I didn’t want to see her. Not even by accident.
So the maids brought my meals in.
Breakfast.
Lunch.
Quiet.
Peaceful.
Until evening. There was a knock.
I walked over and opened the door.
Shannon stood there.
Holding a tray.
Her posture straight, her chin slightly raised, her eyes filled with something ugly.
“Danica,” she said, her voice light but sharp underneath. “I saw you that day. Outside the conference room.”
My grip on the door tightened.
“I never thought someone like you would end up like this,” she continued, smiling faintly. “You used to be so proud. And now? After losing a hand… you just gave up everything. How do you even live like this?”
My stomach turned.
She stepped closer.
“Then again… what choice do you have?” she added softly. “You’re useless now. You can’t even stand on your own. You need Felix to survive. So of course you won’t fight back. You don’t dare.”
I felt sick just looking at her.
“What are you trying to say?” I asked coldly.
Her smile widened.
“I’m saying… no matter how long you hide like a coward, you won’t keep him,” she said, her voice dropping. “I’ll push you out slowly. Step by step. Until you’ve got nowhere left to go.”
Her eyes locked onto mine. “Felix belongs to me.”
My hand curled into a fist. For a second… I wanted to slap her.
Hard.
But I stopped myself. She wasn’t worth it.Touching her would only make me feel worse. There were other ways.
Better ways.
I stepped back, ready to close the door. And then— Footsteps.