Chapter 2
Dragging my suitcase down the rain-soaked street, the wind whipped around my neck, but I felt no cold.
I checked into a budget hotel and picked up my phone, dialing the number for the company's HR director.
"Hi, Mr. Campbell. This is Ivy Lane from the design department."
"You mentioned a possible two-year assignment at the Swiss branch. Is that position still open?"
Mr. Campbell seemed a bit surprised but quickly confirmed the offer.
This overseas opportunity was a testament to my abilities, offering double the salary and a prestigious addition to my resume.
Until now, I had been indecisive.
The thought of a long-distance relationship with Waylen Bishop was daunting. I doubted our already fragile bond could survive the distance.
Looking back, it's almost amusing.
A relationship that asked me to sacrifice my future for its sake wasn't worth holding onto.
"I've decided. I'll come by tomorrow to sort out the paperwork."
With that resolved, I took a deep breath and unflinchingly deleted all of Waylen's contact information.
The next day, just as I was about to leave for the office, an unfamiliar number appeared on my phone.
I answered, greeted by an enraged Waylen.
"Ivy, why did you transfer all the money out?"
"Do you know how embarrassing it was when I tried to pay for Jennifer's birthday dinner and my card got declined?"
"You better transfer the money back, got it?"
I was silent, just listening.
In the background, I heard Jennifer's voice.
"Don't worry, darling. Let her have her tantrum. Let's see how long she sticks it out."
"You know women best, my dear. Don't lower yourself to her level, running back to her like a lapdog. Spoil her, and you're finished."
Then I heard the line go dead.
This time, I felt no anger or sadness. I finally understood that I truly didn't fit into their world.
I blocked that number too.
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