Chapter 2
The moment she hit send, she sank into a bathtub filled with water.
Bubbles slowly rose to the surface, like the love she had buried all these. years, finally sinking for good.
The next day, Elie continued to go to work.
But she was shocked to find a photo of her, soaked on her way home, had gone viral online.
“Flat as a board and still dares to run naked? I wouldn’t even look if she walked past me! She’s clearly desperate for fame. She’s gone crazy trying to gain views!”
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“Look at how miserable she looks–doesn’t seem like she’s trying to gain attention, more like a homewrecker who got beaten up! Serves her right. Shameless woman messing with someone else’s relationship. Why couldn’t she just get hit by a car?”
Reading the cruel, hateful comments, Elie felt awful, but there was nothing she could do.
Worried her mom might see the photos, she anxiously kept scrolling and spent the whole morning reporting them.
Online discussions only grew more intense until someone tried to dox the woman in the photo. But within minutes, the entire trending topic was wiped, and all photos and videos vanished without a trace.
Elie had no idea why, but it brought her a sense of relief.
She forced herself to act normal and got back to work. When she brought some documents to Eric for a signature, she walked in on Clara angrily confronting him.
“You’re the one who took down the trending topic, aren’t you? No one else has that kind of power! Why would you do that? Do you like her?”
Elie froze, she hadn’t expected it to be Eric.
Eric looked at Clara with a frown, clearly frustrated.
“I did take it down, but it’s not what you think. She’s my assistant. If her identity were exposed, it could hurt the company’s stock. I swear, I don’t have any feelings for her. Clara, I only like you. Please, believe me.”
Clara was about to say more, but Eric suddenly pulled her into his arms. and kissed her, cutting off her words.
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She struggled at first, but
iss slowly made her give
in, her breathing growing unsteady
Elie stood outside the door, watching the scene, feeling cold all over.
So this was what it looked like when he kissed someone he loved.
His long fingers slipped into her hair, gently pulling her into his arms, eyes filled with undeniable possessiveness and affection.
In three years, he’d done everything intimate with her–except kiss her.
She should’ve known then. It was because he didn’t love her.
A sharp pain struck her heart. Just as she turned to leave, a coffee cup suddenly came flying toward her.
She stumbled and fell hard to the floor, a gash opening on her forehead
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from the hit. As she raised her hand to cover the wound, Clara’s angry voice rang out.
“How long have you been spying at the door? Do you enjoy watching people kissing?”
Elie lowered her head, her voice hoarse as she tried to explain she was just there to deliver documents.
But Clara walked over coldly, lifted her heel, and crushed Elie’s hand, grinding down hard on the fingers still clutching the papers.
“Ah!”
The papers were crushed under the pressure, and Elie’s hand was scraped, blood seeping through the torn skin.
Her body trembled from the pain, but Clara clung to Eric’s arm and started to complain.
“Eric, look–she’s not just a liar, she’s incompetent. She ruined the documents, too. Can’t you just fire her?”
Eric’s gaze darkened. He stayed silent for a moment before speaking
quietly, “She’s handling several important contracts right
her for now.
now. I can’t fire
Clara looked at him suspiciously, her tone laced with dissatisfaction. “Can’t or don’t want to?”
