He Scorned My Love Now He Watches My Rise Chapter 28
A week before the transport line opened, Bianca came to the project office looking for me.
The front desk stopped her, so she sat in the waiting area for two hours.
When I came out of a meeting, she stood up immediately.
“I just want to say a few things.”
“We don’t discuss personal matters here.”
“It’s about work.”
She held out a résumé.
“There’s no way I can get my old job back. Other companies have seen the public records and won’t hire me.”
“Your project needs people. I know Gray Harbor, and I still have connections through my family.”
I didn’t take it.
“There’s a public hiring process.”
“I’ll be filtered out in the first round.”
She lowered her voice.
“All you have to do is say one word, and you’ll prove you’re not taking revenge on me.”
I looked at her.
Three years ago, this was how she framed every move I made.
Returning the watch was about making Colton feel guilty.
Paying back the money was about negotiating a settlement.
Leaving was about forcing him to chase me.
Now, if I didn’t arrange a job for her, that, too, became revenge.
“I don’t need to prove anything to you.”
Bianca clenched the résumé.
“You already won. Are you really afraid to give me one chance?”
“The chances you lost weren’t taken by me.”
I pressed the elevator button.
“You threw them away yourself, over and over again.”
“I already apologized!”
“An apology can acknowledge the facts. It can’t erase the consequences.”
The elevator doors opened.
Bianca suddenly reached out to block them.
“Then tell me—what am I supposed to do now?”
“First, stop handing your life over and expecting someone else to be responsible for it.”
The moment I said it, I thought of myself three years ago.
Back then, I had withdrawn an approved assignment because Colton said he wouldn’t do a long-distance relationship.
The difference was, when I finally realized I was on the wrong path, I packed my bags and started over.
Bianca, meanwhile, was still standing in the same place, waiting for Colton, her father, or me to restore her old life.
“You always looked down on people for relying on others.”
My gaze dropped to the résumé in her hand.
“Then rely on yourself for once.”
Her hand slowly fell.
The elevator doors slid shut between us.
I didn’t hold them for her.