The boardroom smelled faintly of leather and expensive coffee. Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, striking the polished mahogany table where Gerald sat, flipping through files with the ease of a man who owned the air itself.Andy’s chest swelled with pride—until the glass doors swung open with a soft click.Every head turned.Anna stepped in, her burgundy suit glowing richer under the morning light. She carried herself with the poise of a queen who had already won the battle before the war began. Her heels clicked across the floor until silence filled the room.A hush spread across the room like a ripple in water.Andy’s eyes flew wide, his jaw slack. Anna? What the hell… What is she doing here?Even Penelope’s mask slipped. Her eyes narrowed in disbelief, though she quickly recomposed herself. No way… Is that really Anna? She looks like a whole new woman.“Welcome, Miss Fontain,” Gerald said smoothly, his lips curling into a smile that carried a warmth rare for him
“I can’t believe you actually went back to work for that man.” Vivian’s eyes widened so much they looked like they might tumble out of her face. She clutched a pillow to her chest, staring at Anna as if she had grown two heads.Anna calmly folded a blouse into her drawer. Her movements were neat, measured—anything to avoid Vivian’s drilling gaze. “It’s not that big of a deal, Viv.”“Not a big deal?” Vivian narrowed her eyes, suspicion flashing like a detective sniffing out a scandal. “Something about this whole thing smells fishy.”Anna let out a light laugh, trying to shake off her friend’s intensity. “Fishy? How?”Vivian tossed the pillow aside and rolled her eyes dramatically. “Girl, don’t play dumb with me. The man fires you—cold as ice—then suddenly brings you back with a raise that could make Wall Street blink? Come on, think about it.”Anna hid a smile, though the corners of her lips betrayed her. “You should be happy for me. Your girl just secured her bag. Do you know how much
Dear husband I can live without you 💙 Chapter. 87The air froze in the doorway.Anna’s chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths. She clutched the food basket like a lifeline, but her fingers trembled against the handle. Gerald sat across the room, broad shoulders relaxed, yet his piercing blue gaze pinned her where she stood.He didn’t move at first. He simply looked at her—like a man who had been starving and suddenly found the one thing he craved most.“Anna.” His voice rolled low, smooth, and heavy with something she couldn’t quite name.Her throat tightened. “Mr. Smith,” she answered flatly, forcing her tone into something neutral, professional. She stepped into the office with measured strides, heels clicking against the polished floor. The door slid shut behind her with a soft hiss, trapping her inside his world again.She set the basket down on the edge of his desk, refusing to look up. “Here’s your order, sir. Please sign this.”Gerald watched her every move—the way her
Gerald’s mood was foul the next morning as he sat behind his glossy mahogany desk at GXC headquarters. He had hoped Anna would soften after his last attempt to speak with her, but she had made it crystal clear—she didn’t even want to breathe the same air as him.He leaned back in his chair, shoulders stiff, his tie tugged loose like he was suffocating inside his own skin. With a sigh, he reached for the half-filled tumbler of whiskey sitting on the corner of his desk. The amber liquid caught the sunlight streaming in through the wide glass windows, but it did little to lighten the heaviness in his chest.Gerald scrolled through his phone, stopping at a picture of Anna. It was one he had taken quietly while she was still working for him—her head slightly bent, concentration etched on her face, unaware she had been caught in the lens.“You don’t want to talk to me, Anna,” he murmured to himself, rotating his chair lazily from side to side. His lips curved into a humorless smile. “So how
The knife moved lazily in Anna’s hand as she sliced through a carrot, the blade thudding dully against the chopping board. The fragrant steam of chicken simmering on the stove filled her small kitchen, curling into the air and mingling with the faint scent of detergent. But her mind wasn’t here. No—her thoughts kept drifting back to that look in Gerald’s eyes. That raw, bone-deep sadness. The way his hand had clutched hers like a drowning man begging for air. Her chest tightened. Guilt slammed through her like a drumbeat. He looked wrecked. Exhausted. Like he hadn’t slept in days. She shook her head, slicing another carrot with unnecessary force. “I should feel guilty? Really? He pushed me away. He fired me without blinking, without a damn explanation. After I gave him a brilliant idea, after I poured my heart into that project.” Her lips twisted, muttering under her breath, “Bastard. And to think I was actually falling for him—like a fool—thinking he cared. Thinking he… loved me
The lunch rush at Blue Sky Dining was in full swing. The clatter of cutlery, the hum of conversations, and the soft notes of jazz spilling from hidden speakers blended into a constant din. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting a golden sheen across the polished tables and gleaming silverware.Anna moved swiftly between tables, balancing a tray with practiced ease. Her crisp uniform hugged her neatly, and though she wore a smile for the customers, her eyes betrayed a quiet weariness. Each polite laugh and “enjoy your meal” felt like a mask she had to keep adjusting.She paused at a corner table to pour water for an elderly couple, her voice gentle and warm. But the moment she turned away, the heaviness in her chest returned. It had been days since she walked away from the hotel, days since she’d cut ties with the chaos Gerald had brought crashing into her life. She thought putting distance between them would grant her peace.And yet, as she slipped behind the counter to c