Looking at the woman I had loved for seven years, there was no real affection on her face, and I might be a suitable tool for her.
I shook off Stella's hand and walked out as if I were fleeing.
In truth, I had long since stopped caring if I would be late for work. I had maintained a steady state of emotion for a long time, but at this moment, I was nearly devastated for her sake.
I really wanted to cry.
I would like to tell everyone that she was a hypocritical woman, and she was emboldened by my love.
I forgot my briefcase, but I was shocked when I walked over to the sofa.
"Charlie, come on..."
"Why? Do you really have a crush on Ian? Didn't you say you wanted to be with me forever? Are you afraid he'll find out? Yesterday, we've already..."
The sound of their flirtatious giggles came from the crack of the ajar door, while my eyes burst into tears completely.
How could they dare to do such a thing in my home?
I finally put down my fists that had been clenched for so long, even though Stella was a college student I had sponsored, and she wouldn't be where she was today without me.
However, everything here belonged to Stella. She was capable, and she had achieved all the dreams she had wished.
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.