By the time it was nearly evening, Damien returned to the office. He seemed happy, as if all his worries had vanished. Meanwhile, Amelia entered his office to report work. As she stepped closer, she caught the faint scent of Victoria’s perfume on him.
While flipping through the documents, Damien suddenly glanced at her empty ring finger and asked, "Why did you take off your ring?"
Amelia remained calm as she answered his question, "Didn’t you ask me not to wear it? You didn’t want anyone to find out. And you never wore yours."
"Really?" Damien responded in turn and then nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer.
If Damien had thought about it carefully, he would have realized how unusual it was for Amelia who always wanted people to know they were married—to take off her ring.
But he didn’t think much of it. Instead, he simply smiled, his mind clearly elsewhere. His mind might be still lingering on his time with Victoria.
Amelia chuckled to herself, left his office and took out her phone. Victoria had just posted a vlog on her social account. In one clip, Damien stood in the kitchen, wearing an apron, cooking with a focused expression.
Damien never liked to cook. Amelia had been the one to learn, putting in effort to make his meals just right. Now, she realized the truth. The truth was that Damien wasn’t unwilling to cook. It was because he just didn’t want to cook for her.
After that, Amelia walked to the lake behind the company. The water sparkled under the fading sunlight, but she only felt cold. She then pulled the ring from her pocket, holding it in her palm, feeling the last remnants of its warmth.
"Goodbye," she whispered.
With all her strength, she threw the ring into the lake. It arced through the air before sinking into the water, disappearing forever.
Taking a deep breath, Amelia turned away. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she walked forward, her head held high. She was done looking back.
After a meeting, Damien looked at the unfamiliar woman standing beside him and frowned slightly.
"Who is this?" he asked Amelia, who was organizing the documents.
His voice carried a hint of surprise.
"Miss Witt, a new employee I trained," Amelia replied calmly. "She will handle the meeting records from now on."
Damien nodded thoughtfully and said in a relaxed tone, "That’s good. You won’t have to worry about small tasks like this anymore."
Small tasks.