I kept convincing myself that my place in his heart was above Darla’s every day. However, I was sick of it that time.
I was exhausted from being the second one, or perhaps just a backburner.
So, after returning to the Penthouse, I slipped off the ring, placed it on the nightstand, and walked away.
Finally, I returned to my own apartment.
That space had been my sanctuary, my silent witness, from the day I decided to join Bright Agency and study Cosmetic Science.
I was grateful for the scholarship that covered my education, but for everything else, I had to fend for myself with various part-time jobs. It was not until the agency offered me a modeling contract that things started to change.
In the beginning, I felt out of place among seasoned models who had been in the industry since childhood. But with relentless effort and dedication, my name began to resonate beyond borders.
Not long after, I met Rheymond, and I believed we were destined to be together forever.
But maybe I had been chasing a dream that was already too far out of reach. Rheymond and I were like oil and water, two substances that refused to blend.
That night, as I scrolled through my homepage, Darla’s post appeared again. I hesitated but couldn’t resist the pull of curiosity.
She had posted a picture of a private jet window with the caption, [Stay tuned for my vlog at the Alps Snow Festival, darling :kiss: #AmazingTrip]
Darling was her fanclub name. But somehow, she called Rheymond by that name too.
“They even went there on Rheymond’s private jet,” I sighed, sadness lacing my words.
I wanted to read the comments, but I knew it would only hurt more. As a result, I turned off my phone and forced myself to sleep, though my mind was restless.
The next morning, I had a meeting at Rhe Company, so I got ready and headed to the basement.
I had not brought a car with me when I moved into Rheymond’s Penthouse, relying instead on his driver and my manager for transportation.
But at that time, I was back to my apartment. So, I had to rediscover my independence.
“Long time no see, my Pinky G-Wagon,” I murmured with a bittersweet smile, opening the car door. “Let’s be independent again.”
But before I could get in, a hand grabbed my arm and spun me around, pinning me against the car.
“What are you doing here, Rheya?” Rheymond’s voice echoed through the basement, sharp and demanding.