Ransom 9
At that time. Nicholas surely did not think he would be caught red–handed by me so easily. The fact that something so personal had been carelessly left behind in the car made one thing clear, whatever had happened between them had been shameless.X And worse, it should have happened while I was in the hospital, fragile and alone, just two days ago X However, I did not expect his shock was almost amusing for me, what was more, his eyes widening in disbelief. Yet, before mustering on excuse, he caught the calm look on my face and decided to play it off. “She is always so careless,” he said lightly X I did not respond. Instead, I opened the car door and stepped out, breaking yet another habit.l had always waited for Nicholas to get out first, but not that day. However, it turned out that my sudden shift did not faze him in the slightest. No amount of indifference from me could crack his façade of self–assurance. “Idiot” I muttered under my breath as I joined the queue for the elevator But as I stood there, the memory of the accident came flooding back, the blood, the panic. My breathing quickened, and for a moment, I felt as though the walls were closing in around me.X So, I closed my eyes, repeating to myself, “it is just your imagination, Freida. It is not real. Everything is fine.” When I opened my eyes, I was still trembling. Without hesitation, I left the line and headed for the emergency stairs. They seemed to stretch endlessly above me, and I sighed, trying to muster some motivation. “Well, at least it is exercise,” I muttered, starting the long climb. By the time I reached the office, my legs ached, but the quiet space welcomed me. No one else had arrived yet, so I took the opportunity to sit down and draft my resignation letter.X Each word I typed felt like a release, like shedding the weight of years spent waiting, hoping, and feeling invisible. Once finished, I headed to the break room to make my morning coffee.!! As I poured the hot liquid into my cup, the office started to fill with the sound of arriving employees. Soon, two women entered the room, chatting in hushed tones. “I do not think Mr. Richmond has feelings for Miss McLain anymore,” one whispered! The other chimed in, “Yeah, I noticed too. When the accident happened, Mr. Richmond was busy calming down his secretary who was apparently scared. Can you believe that? “So, it is true then? Mr. Richmond is having an affair with her?” The conversation stung like a knife twisting in my chest. They did not notice me standing with my back turned toward them, not until i quietly stirred my coffee and began walking past. As I turned, their faces froze, uneasy. But I kept my expression neutral, unaffected, as if I had not just…