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Chapter 85

作者: The Devil Comes Late
With that, Teresa turned on her heel and strode out in her stilettos. She didn't spare the stunned people in the conference room another glance, nor did she give William any chance to argue back.

The solid walnut doors slammed shut with a loud bang.

William looked at the contract that had been thrown back at him and rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on.

Teresa really wouldn't give up until reality hit her hard.

Teresa strode all the way back to her CEO's office. The
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    Teresa's voice came out hoarse and scraped raw, with a dryness and carefulness she didn't even notice herself. This question—half a month late—sounded unbearably weak right now."I'm fine."Silas' answer was quick and simple. His tone was steady. There was no sarcasm, no resentment, and not even the slightest ripple of emotion at getting her call. It was like he was answering a random telemarketer who'd dialed the wrong number.That polite, distant calm made Teresa feel as if a handful of broken glass were lodged in her throat. She couldn't swallow it down, nor could she cough it up.She would've preferred him yelling at her over the phone, shouting at her for being blind and for not knowing what was good for her. Heck, she would've even preferred him picking a fight with her over some trivial thing like he used to.At least that would've meant he still cared, that he still had some anger left. But his cool response shoved her straight into the humiliating, unfamiliar position of

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    Teresa had no idea how long she sat on the cold floor that night.It wasn't until the night over Bellmere slowly faded outside the huge living room windows, and a lifeless gray light crept over the horizon, that she finally felt like she was surfacing from a long, suffocating dive in deep water.Her legs were completely numb. She felt like thousands of needles were stabbing into every nerve at once.Bracing herself against the edge of the couch, Teresa struggled to her feet. Her knees immediately buckled in protest.The flats on the floor, the anniversary gifts, and the faded sticky notes still lay quietly where they'd fallen. They were like a silent verdict, nailing down three full years of her arrogance and coldness.Teresa walked over to the kitchen island and poured herself a glass of cold water, chugging it down in big gulps. The icy liquid slid down her dry, swollen throat into her stomach, triggering a slight spasm. At the same time, it cleared her head slightly, which felt

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    Three whole years.Every year, Silas had carefully prepared a gift. Every year, he had waited for Teresa to come home, his heart full of hope and anticipation.And every year, she hadn't even had the patience to open the gifts and take a look. She'd just tossed them into the back of a drawer and left them there to gather dust with old, discarded paperwork.Teresa cradled the boxes in her arms and stumbled out of the study toward the entryway. Her heels were rubbed raw from the four-inch stilettos she'd worn all day, and the backs of her feet burned with pain. She pulled open the bottom drawer of the shoe cabinet, looking for band-aids.The drawer slid open. There were no band-aids inside, but there was a pair of unbelievably soft lambskin flats. They were an off-white cream with no extra decorations at all. The leather was so soft it looked like a cloud.The date on the receipt at the bottom of the shoebox was from a year and a half ago.Teresa froze.A year and a half ago, TRS

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    The Maybach rolled to a stop in the underground garage. The moment the engine cut off, the car fell into absolute silence.Teresa pulled out the keys and pushed the door open. Her high heels hit the epoxy floor, one step at a time, like some rusty clockwork toy.Just 15 minutes ago, she'd bolted out of that boutique cafe. Estelle's last look at her—half-mocking, half-speechless—had landed on her like a blunt club to the back of her head. It had smashed to pieces all the shrewdness and pride she'd been so smug about for the past three years.Teresa took the elevator straight to the top floor, pressed her finger to the scanner, and pushed the front door open."Welcome home." The smart lock's female voice was flat and mechanical, completely devoid of emotion.Teresa didn't turn on the main lights. She just reached over and tapped on the wall switch for the entryway sconce. The apartment was so quiet she could hear her own slightly rapid breathing.There was no smell of food in the a

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    The door to the apartment opened and closed, not with a loud slam, but with a soft click. Yet it was precisely the calmness of this moment that gave a stronger sense of irreversible finality, far more than a raging storm would have.The apartment fell into complete silence once more.Teresa stood

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