From A Humiliating Bet To The Boss He Can’t Have Chapter 17
“What I wanted was never your compensation after the fact,” I said. “All I wanted was for my fiancé to stand beside me when they turned my dignity into a betting game and humiliated me in public. You didn’t.”
Grant’s eyes slowly reddened.
“Give me one more chance.”
“No.”
His throat moved. “Mara, do you really not love me at all anymore?”
“I did once,” I said, not denying it. “That’s why I endured it for four years. But not anymore.”
One of my coworkers called from the company entrance, “Mara, they’re waiting for you in the meeting.”
I turned and walked up the steps. Grant followed half a pace behind and caught my wrist, but the moment his fingers brushed my skin, he let go.
“I’ll wait for you,” he said hoarsely. “As long as it takes.”
I didn’t stop.
“You’re really never coming back, are you?”
I walked straight through the revolving doors. The glass closed behind me, leaving him outside in the Chicago wind.
For the next seven days, he stood outside my office every day, from morning until I got off work, but he never came forward to disturb me again.
On the eighth day, Grant went back to Boston alone.
Not long after that, he saw Sloane at a charity gala.
Her husband had already filed for divorce, and the friends who used to swarm around her had all rushed to distance themselves. With red eyes, she blocked Grant’s path and begged him to help explain things for her—at the very least, not let her be completely frozen out.