Chapter 7
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The call was from Mindy, who was crying and sobbing loudly on the other side of the line.
After hanging up, Conan told me that Mindy was claustrophobic and trapped in the private elevator meant only for the upper management’s use at his company. He was the only one with the access card, and he was urgently needed at the site to get her out.
“Ingrid, Mindy is still my employee after all. Let’s just go over and settle this issue first, then I’ll bring you out to Topview Restaurant for dinner, okay? I know you’ve been craving it.
“Baby, come on. Don’t be mad at me anymore. Don’t misunderstand me again.”
I forced down the frustration in my heart. Before Conan could even touch me, I quickly got up and cast him a quick grin, promising to- meet him for dinner at the restaurant, but only after I put on some makeup and changed into nicer clothes.
Conan heaved a huge sigh of relief when he heard this. Just before leaving, he smiled widely at me and said, “I’m coming back for you as soon as I’ve settled this at the office!”
He was so impatient and so eager to rescue Mindy that he couldn’t even wait for the elevator to come up to their floor–instead, he just hurried down the fire escape.
As soon as he was gone, I made a call to Samantha. After confirming that she had already sorted out all of Conan’s and my marital assets in secret, I packed up Conan’s suitcase for the final time.
I then placed his suitcase outside the gate and deleted his thumbprint access from the main door’s smart lock.
Then, I sent Conan a copy of the divorce agreement that I’d prepared for a while, my fingers moving and tapping on my screen like a huge boulder had just been eased off my back.
I ignored all of Conan’s deranged knocking and banging on the door that night. Since I’d already informed the security guards ahead of time that this would happen, I just put in my earplugs and went back to sleep.
As expected, Conan, who’d always been arrogant and prideful, never appeared in my face again after standing at the door for half of the night.
However, he was suddenly a lot more active on his originally inactive Close Friends Instagram stories that he’d shut me out of from the start.
Conan simply continued living life recklessly after leaving me.
In the meantime, I enjoyed an entire month of comfort and happiness, which was something I could never have imagined myself. I no longer had to wake up early to cook breakfast for him
or wait for him to reply to my importantly, I no longer cried or suffered from sleepless nights for anyone else.
texts or
return my
calls like an idiot. Most
I channeled all of my focus on my work and also living life to the fullest.
On the day Jordan informed me that I was being promoted to department head, Eva and I both accepted hang out at his cafe. However, I never thought that I would bump into Conan and Mindy there.
an
As soon as Conan caught sight of me at the door, he acted as though he’d been searching for me for ages cold as ice. He forcefully grabbed my wrist and dragged me into his car without saying a thing.
invitation from Andy to
as he stormed over, his eyes as
Luckily, Andy and a security guard got to me in time. And after a bout of pushing and pulling, I finally managed to escape Conan’s vice -like grip on me.
I glared at him coldly. “What did you think you were doing?”
Before Conan could answer me, Mindy raised her voice, catching the attention of many passers–by, and screamed at me with an accusatory finger in my face.
“I never thought you’d be such a shameless woman, Ingrid Zinger! You haven’t even finalized your divorce with Mr. Grande, and you’re already having a romantic rendezvous with your boytoy in broad daylight!”
Mindy hadn’t even finished talking when Conan sudd that you could seduce my wife?”
delivered a flying punch to Andy’s face. “You fucking animal! Who told you
Andy was caught off–guard and got punched in the face. Yet, he still shielded me and Eva behind him, staring cautiously at Conan and stopping him from attacking us again.
When I saw that Andy had been punched for no good reason, my blood began to boil. In the heat of the moment, I marched up to Conan and f
dgave him a loud, humiliating slap on the cheek.
