The doctor sighed, shaking his head, wishing I had made it to the hospital sooner—my toes might have had a fighting chance.
Verity caught sight of my unusually cold demeanor and furrowed her brows. She was clearly on the brink of coming over to check on me. But just then, her phone buzzed, and her mood brightened in an instant. She sprang to her feet with energy and dashed into the study.
Seizing the moment, I opened Verity’s WhatsApp using a secondary account. My heart dropped as I stumbled upon a new update that was visible to everyone but me.
The post featured a tall, dashing young secretary with the caption, [Oh! It turned out to be me!].
The photo captured Verity and her secretary, Colton Turner, making heart signs together.
In an instant, I smirked and liked the post before the contract from President Everett came through. Without a moment’s hesitation, I signed it, sealing my decision.
The next morning, Verity surprisingly rose early to pick up food from a nearby restaurant. Just as I was about to unwrap the bag of seafood, she coldly slapped my hand away and remarked, “Don’t you like seafood? The shrimp are the ones I specially bought for you.”
I was taken aback, quickly realizing that the seafood she referred to was intended for Colton. Unable to contain my disbelief, I asked her, “After seven years of dating, don’t you know I’m allergic to shrimp?”
Verity's cheeks flushed as she stood up abruptly.
With a hint of sarcasm, she said, “Fine. It's my fault. A grown man really should stop being so picky and making a fuss over nothing,” she huffed, crossing her arms. “Honestly, it’s your choice, eat or don’t eat. I couldn’t care less!”
As Verity turned to leave, I dashed into the room and pulled out a bag, presenting it to her.
“When you see Colton later, please return this to him?” I asked, my voice steady.
Her eyes widened in shock as she caught a glimpse of the men’s underwear inside. She opened her mouth, poised to explain, but when she met my indifferent gaze, she cleared her throat and replied, “Alright, I’ll have a word with Colton and ensure he’s more careful next time.”
Noticing my lack of enthusiasm, Verity awkwardly suggested that I could come to work with her today.
Despite our seven years together, where we had weathered countless storms, she had always been strict about keeping work and personal life separate—never once did we commute together.