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2026-09-05 04:38:03Chapter 3: The Breaking Point
The next morning, I woke up to my phone buzzing on the nightstand. Three missed calls from my manager at work. I sat up, rubbing my face. Eleanor had really done it. she’d pulled strings to have me put on leave without my consent. Adrian’s side of the bed was cold again. He was already downstairs, probably sipping coffee while his mother handed him his afternoon schedule. I got dressed in a gray trousers-and-blouse combo, bypassed the main breakfast table entirely, and walked straight down to the garage. Eleanor was standing near the entryway, talking to the head housekeeper. She raised an eyebrow as I walked past. “Where are you going? The driver is scheduled to take us to the caterers at eleven.” “I have things to settle at my office,” I said without stopping. “Emma, we discussed this.” “You discussed it,” I corrected her, turning at the glass doors. “I didn't.” She looked genuinely shocked that I was walking out, but I didn't care anymore. I took my own car, the old sedan I’d parked in the back driveway and drove straight downtown. My office building felt like a different world. My coworker, Sarah, pulled me into a breakroom the moment I walked through the door. “Emma, what’s going on? HR said you submitted a formal resignation yesterday.” “I didn't,” I said flatly. “Eleanor Hartwell did.” Sarah stared at me. “Can she even do that?” “In this city? Yeah, apparently she can.” I took a deep breath, looking around at the messy desks, the half-empty coffee mugs, the chaotic bulletin boards. It was plain, simple, and entirely mine. I spent two hours speaking with my manager, clearing up the mess. They couldn't hold my spot forever, but they agreed not to process the termination paperwork yet. It was a tiny win, but sitting in that office gave me my head back. When I got back to the mansion around three, Adrian’s car was already in the driveway. I found him in the study, pacing back and forth with a glass of scotch in his hand. Eleanor was sitting on the leather sofa, looking completely composed. “Where were you?” Adrian asked the second I walked in. He looked stressed out, his tie half-undone. “At my office,” I said, closing the door behind me. “Clearing up the 'resignation' your mother tried to file for me.” Adrian looked at Eleanor, then back at me. “Emma, Mom was just trying to clear your slate so you wouldn't be overwhelmed.” “Stop covering for her, Adrian!” I finally snapped, my voice ringing off the wood paneling. “She went behind my back to destroy my job. And you knew about it!” Eleanor stood up slowly. “Lower your tone in this house, Emma.” “This isn't a house,” I said, looking her dead in the eye. “It’s a cage. And your son is too terrified of losing his inheritance to admit it.” Adrian’s face went white. “Emma, that’s enough.” “No, it’s not,” I said. “I’m going upstairs to pack a bag. I’m staying at my apartment tonight.” “You’re not going anywhere,” Eleanor said calmly. “If you walk out that door today, the press will have a field day. The Hartwell Group is closing a merger this Friday, and we will not have a family scandal ruining it.” I looked at Adrian. “Are you going to say anything?” He looked down at his glass, then at his mother, and finally at me. “Emma... just stay until Friday. After the merger dinner, we’ll talk. We’ll figure out the apartment. I promise.” I stared at him for a long moment. The silence in the room was deafening. “You really can’t do it, can you?” I said softly. “You can’t make a single choice on your own.” I turned around, walked out of the study, and went upstairs to lock the door behind me.
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