I took the box and continued to burn the things inside. At this very moment, five years of love and devotion turned into ashes.
An hour later, Matt sent me a message to explain.
[Taylor is the project leader of the O'Donnell Group's project. The fact you hurt her had affected the company negatively. When I urged you to apologize earlier, it was just a short-term measure. It was just an act for her sake. Don't think too much about it.]
[Once this matter is resolved, I’ll come home tonight and make it up to you, okay? I mentioned I’d get you a gift. Just don't be upset, okay?]
Yet I knew the truth that the act today wasn’t for Taylor's benefit. It was for me. For five years he had pretended to love me but now the pretense had finally come to an end.
I waited at home with divorce papers in hand, but until the early hours of the morning, he still did not come.
Instead, social media was abuzz with news of the Harris Group’s CEO making a grand scene at a hospital. The man was furious on behalf of the woman he loved.
Taylor had sustained nothing more than a minor scratch, yet Matt summoned a team of specialists to treat her. He spared no expense in spending millions.
The photos showed him holding her in his arms. His expression was tender and full of emotion. It was an expression I had never seen he directed at me.
That night, the hospital remained brightly lit, all for that woman's superficial injury.
At dawn, I called him. He didn’t even realize it was me at first, because he was busy issuing instructions to his secretary.
“Mr. Harris, are you sure you want to revise the contract? The losses that the company has to suffer will be more than tens of millions of dollars if we do this project. Please, you'd better consider this carefully," his secretary pleaded.
“No need. Revise it!" Matt stated. "It’s what I promised her as compensation. Also, draft another agreement transferring half of the company shares to Taylor.”
After the secretary left, Matt finally remembered the connected call and talked to the phone, "Fiona? I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I’ll be home soon. Did you need something?”
I glanced at my bandaged hand, the burn was still raw and stinging then answered, "It's okay. Take your time to do your work. I won’t bother you.”
“Alright. Be good and wait at home for me," He said, "I’ll be back soon.”