My Fiancé Chose Her So I Chose Myself Chapter 07
The rain in London was a fine mist, softer than the freezing downpour in Chicago.
By the time my plane landed at Heathrow, it was already eight in the evening.
I pushed my luggage out of the terminal and slid into the company car that was waiting for me.
The lights of the Thames flashed past the window. Sitting in an unfamiliar city, I felt my whole body relax for the first time in years.
The Thames Riverside pack hadn’t asked me to be anyone’s partner. They had accepted me based on my professional record alone.
I no longer had to watch the expressions of four other people, no longer had to wonder if a slice of cake or an offhand comment would leave me on the outside again.
After I got to my new apartment, I took a hot shower, activated my UK number, and logged into the company platforms.
To download the last few files from Chicago HR, I had to log into my old personal email one last time.
The moment the page loaded, my screen filled with unread messages and voicemail transcriptions.
Starting yesterday afternoon, Travis had been trying to contact me from a dozen different email addresses.
*Natalie, I bought the pizza. Where are you?*
*What do the ring and the notice on the table mean? This isn’t funny.*
*All your things are gone. Did you really think that if you left, I’d come chasing after you to apologize?*
*Pick up the phone.*
Close to midnight, his tone had shifted.
*Nat, where are you? I was wrong that day at urgent care. I shouldn’t have treated you like that.*
*I went to every friend’s place I could think of. No one’s seen you. You’re not in the group link anymore.*