CHAPTER 9: Whimper of Farewell

Sarah

Philip's arms folded tightly across his chest, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. The enigmatic gleam in his eyes hinted at depths of emotion I couldn't fathom. Yet, it was clear that my words had struck a nerve, and his reaction spelled trouble.

"What's all this about?" he queried, a touch of amusement lacing his tone. Though not yet consumed by anger, his incredulity suggested he found my words utterly ridiculous.

A wave of realization washed over me, accompanied by the relentless ache of the past two days. It spurred me to assert my desires.

"I understand you want to end things, Philip. So, I'm granting you the freedom to pursue whomever you please." Be it Megan, his audacious secretary, or any other temptress lurking in the shadows, I refused to be the pitiful pawn left waiting at home!

His reaction was immediate, fury igniting in his eyes as he seized my arms, drawing us together with an intensity that bordered on violence.

"Why? So that you can be with th