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Chapter 4
“No need, I can make my own decisions,” I replied.
After chatting a bit more with my friend and locking down the time to sign the contract, I drove home to grab the papers.
I thought Rosalie wouldn’t be back until late, like usual.
But to my surprise, she walked into the living room not long after, talking happily on the phone with Tyler.
When she saw me, her expression immediately darkened. She rolled her eyes and stormed into the bedroom.
I knew exactly what she was doing—waiting for me to apologize, to beg her to forgive me.
Every time we had a fight at work, I’d always be the one to make up. Even when she was in the wrong, I’d eat my pride and apologize. I thought that’s what you did for someone you cared about.
But now? I was done.
I kept going through the drawer, ignoring her.
A few minutes later, she came out, her face still grim.
“Did you get Tyler’s car fixed? What about yours?” she asked, like she was giving me a chance to make things right.
In the past, I would’ve jumped at this, thinking she was backing down. But now? I didn’t even look up as I replied, “It’s just an old car. Not worth fixing.”
Rosalie frowned. “What do you mean by that?”
I looked at her, confused. Was she really upset about this?
She’d always said the same thing when my car got scratched. “Don’t fix it, it’s not worth it.”
I expected her to blow up, but instead, she sighed.
“Tyler’s been doing great at work lately, so I gave him a car to keep him motivated.”
She looked at me and continued, “You’re my boyfriend. When we get married, the company will be yours too. Why are you so hung up on his salary?”
“Felix, everything I do is for the company. I don’t want people to think I’m playing favorites.”
I was shocked. She’d never explained herself like this before.
But I knew it was all just excuses.
At work, everyone saw how she treated me and Tyler differently. Projects I worked on for days would suddenly get handed off to him. Clients I’d spent weeks negotiating with? She’d swoop in, take him along for a meal under my name, and he’d take the credit.
I didn’t have to explain. Everyone knew.
Over time, people started noticing. Some even thought Rosalie didn’t like me. I took the heat for it, while she acted like nothing was happening.
I wasn’t going to argue. I was done.
I shrugged. “No need to explain. I’m done with the company anyway. Do what you think is best.”
She didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she stepped closer, her gaze steady on mine. Slowly, she rose onto her tiptoes and draped her arms around my neck. Leaning in, her breath brushing my skin, warm and slow, as she parted her lips to speak.