Betrayal in Love's Embrace

Before I could finish, Jack's expression shifted awkwardly.

The video from yesterday had hit too close to home—Dalton's infidelity was now undeniable.

Given our good relationship, Jack didn't press the issue further.

Securing a position with National Airlines would be a significant career boost for me, and it would also benefit him to have such connections.

Without much hesitation, Jack agreed to facilitate my transfer and only requested that I handle one thing—my issues with Dalton.

"I'll take care of it," I assured him.

I'd spent a long time thinking it over last night. My future with Dalton was no longer viable.

Given the company's structure, it wasn't practical for me to take Dalton and Lydia down single-handedly.

Plus, Dalton's mother, who had always been kind to me and suffered from heart disease, wouldn't be able to handle the disgrace of her once-perfect son.

So, leaving was the best option.

I needed to distance myself and seek better opportunities elsewhere. With that in mind, I sent Dalton a message: [We're done.]

I didn't wait for a reply. Just as I was about to call him, another message popped up. Lydia had sent a photo of their date from yesterday.

They were enjoying drinks at a rooftop garden, their smiles radiant. Her social media update read: [Promises made since childhood, we've fulfilled them! We'll shine brilliantly above the clouds!]

I didn't say anything; I just gave the post a silent like.

Within a minute, Dalton's call came through.

"Lydia's post was just a joke. I told her to take it down," he said, his tone unusually conciliatory.

Miraculously, Dalton was trying to explain himself. His voice softened. "Since you've deleted the video, why don't we just reconcile?"

Dalton had no idea that I hadn't deleted the video. Jack had brought in tech specialists to handle that to prevent any further leaks. But I saw no need to clarify.

I simply replied, "Did you see the message?"

"No, what's up?"

"Take a look."

With that, I ended the call, blocking his number and social media accounts.

I didn't need to imagine Dalton's reaction when he saw the message. He was probably furious.

But that was no longer my concern.

He needed to feel the pain he'd caused.

After all, he was the one who started all this mess. Why should I be the only one suffering?