Chapter 6
Eline packed up everything Vincent had ever given her.
She called a moving company and wrote down Chelsea’s address.
She knew Chelsea had been eyeing everything she owned.
So fine–she’d play the generous one, gifting her all these worthless memories.
That night, Vincent rushed home early after hearing the news.
When he arrived, Eline had just finished burning her teenage journals.
He waved at the smoke in the air, frowning.
“What are you burning?”
Eline stared blankly at the last sparks dying out.
“Trash,” she said flatly.
Something tightened in Vincent’s chest.
Feeling annoyed, he loosened his tie and yanked her up from the floor.
“George is back. He asked us to go skiing.”
Without waiting for her response, he dragged her out.
Halfway there, still uneasy, he went back, grabbed the metal basin, and tossed it in the trash outside. “If it’s trash, throw it away.”
Eline glanced at the basin one last time, bitterly.
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Those yellowed pages never got read by the one they were meant for.
When they arrived at the ski resort, George Doyle was already waiting.
The moment he saw her, he lunged forward to hug her.
But before he could, Vincent instinctively stepped in between.
Blocked from hugging Eline, George felt a bit annoyed.
“Vincent, didn’t you say you and Eline were just faking it? Why so possessive? She’s like a buddy to me. What’s wrong with a hug?”
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A flash of awkwardness crossed Vincent’s face, but he quickly masked it with indifference.
“Possessive? Are you kidding me?
“She’s been on edge lately. I’m just protecting you from getting scratched.”
George glanced at Eline, confused.
“Eline, what did he do this time?”
Eline pressed her lips together, trying to find the words–but before she could speak, a voice came from not far away.
The man who once stood in front of her now turned and walked off.
She watched Vincent, grinning, pull Chelsea into his arms as they walked toward them, laughing.
George raised a brow. “I’ve never seen Vincent this into any woman
before!”
Eline barely glanced over, then looked away.
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While storing their things, Chelsea followed her inside.
She slapped the locker next to Eline, the sound echoing sharply.
“Ms. Cazemier, you mailed me a box of used trash–trying to pick a fight?”
Eline slowly lifted her head, staring at Chelsea’s smug face.
“Move!”
Chelsea wasn’t fazed. Instead, she smirked.
She casually pulled a watch from her pocket.
Eline froze.
“Where did you get that?!”
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It was the custom watch her late grandmother gave her on her wedding day.
A while back, the strap broke. Vincent had offered to get it repaired.
She’d waited and was about to ask him about it.
But now, it was in Chelsea’s hand.
Seeing her finally react, Chelsea grinned even wider.
“Mr. Dallman knew I liked it. So, he gave it to me.”
Furious, Eline reached out to snatch it, but Chelsea stepped back.
“What junk got you this worked up?” She dangled the watch, spinning it around her fingers, eyeing it like it was worthless.
Eline clenched her fists, shaking with rage.
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“Give it back. It’s mine!”
Chelsea raised a brow, seeing how angry she was.
Then she pouted mockingly.
“Old and tacky. Who even wants it? Here, take it!”
But as she spoke, she flung the watch outward.
It traced a sharp arc through the air–and flew down three stories.
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