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I lifted my head. “You’ve been abroad for years and still haven’t learned basic manners? You should call me sister–in–law.”
Frank Graylen had his arm draped over my shoulder, smiling as he looked at his brother.
Eason Graylen’s expression grew darker and colder.
“I’m not feeling well. I’ll head back first.”
I turned to leave.
k was about to follow, but Eason pressed a hand on his shoulder.
“What’s wrong, Big Brother? Regretting it already?”
Eason chuckled lightly. “Once I give something away, I don’t take it back. I’ve got some matters to handle at home.”
I got into the car, not expecting Eason to come back with
I thought he’d let Frank be the one to accompany me.
When we got home, Eason seemed consumed by jealousy.
- me.
From the moment we walked in, he tried to take everything from me, his grip on me almost painful.
“Eason Graylen, what’s gotten into you?”
My words didn’t faze him, but the urgent notification on his phone instantly calmed him down.
It was his secretary the mistress he’d kept for three years.
I stood at the bar, pouring myself a drink, exhaustion evident in my gaze as I stared at him.
“Eason, let’s get married.”
His typing paused for a moment, but he responded indifferently. “There’s no rush.”
“But I’m already thirty.”
Eason hated it whenever I brought up this topic.
His brows furrowed, and even the way he tapped his phone grew more irritable.
“Eason.”
He continued staring at his phone, either not hearing me or simply ignoring me.
I snatched the phone from his hand.
The messages on the screen read:
Mr. Graylen, isn’t your wife already thirty? Aren’t you tired of looking at her face?
I made a special effort to freshen up today. Everything’s nice and tight.
Are you really not coming tonight?
Eason’s reply, half–typed, read: Let me see how tight.
Another half–written line read: Thirty years old, indeed…
Indeed what?
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I typed gat the rest: …indeed quite boring.
And hit send.
Eason grabbed the phone back, staring at it for a long time before looking up at me, silent.
“That’s not what I meant,” he said.
Eason pulled me onto his lap. “You know me better than anyone. Once this project is over, I’ll get rid of her.”
Secretaries come and go, there’s always another waiting in line.
“But there’s something I really have to-”
ghed bitterly before he could finish.
Even now, his mind was on his secretary.
“I’ll make it up to you when I get back, alright?”
Eason smiled sincerely as he got dressed.
Another text from my dad came through.
The doctor said my mom had less than a month left.
I downed my drink in one gulp.
This relationship suffocated me more than the alcohol.
“Eason, let’s get married.”
“I’m busy lately. Let’s talk after this is over.”
“Then let’s break up.”
Eason turned to look at me, as if I’d gone mad.
After all, for years, I had always been obedient to him.
Efen he had said before that I was as docile as a rabbit, never once showing him any temper.
Eason chuckled disdainfully, his gaze up and down, carrying a hint of mockery.
“A little liquor and suddenly you’ve grown some courage.”
“Let’s see if you’re still bold enough to say this tomorrow when you’re sober.”
Eason glanced at me like a predator sizing up its prey, downed the rest of my drink, and walked out.
That night, I blocked all his contacts.
I knew when to stop.
Even if we’d been together for eight years.
I packed my things, dragging my suitcase out the door, only to find Frank Graylen smoking outside.
