He Chose His Intern Over Our Four-Year Love

An hour later, Wesley Castro walked into my office, catching me off guard with his unexpected visit. I couldn't hide my surprise.

"Is there something you need?" I asked, keeping my tone strictly professional in line with our agreed boundaries. My cool demeanor seemed to irk him.

"Can't I come by just because I want to see you?"

"Wesley, have you forgotten? You were the one who insisted we keep personal matters out of work."

He paused, visibly startled by my reminder. I expected him to react negatively, but instead, he handed me two concert tickets.

"They're for your favorite rock band. How about we grab some dinner after work and then catch the show?"

I couldn't deny my favorite band, and tickets were like gold dust. I nodded quickly, eager to use the outing to talk about our breakup.

"Let's take my car after work," he suggested. "We can head to the office together in the morning."

Despite working at the same company, we'd never commuted together. Wesley was determined to keep our relationship under wraps, always insisting on driving separately, even if we left at the same time. I had never argued against it.

After leaving the tickets on my desk, Wesley walked out. When work was over, I went straight to the parking lot, scanning for his car but not spotting it. I pulled out my phone to call him.

It took him a while to pick up. "Annalise, go ahead and get started. I'll be late; something came up."

As I was about to hang up, I heard Liliana's playful voice in the background.

"Wesley, am I going to kick the bucket?"

"What on earth are you saying? The doctor said it's just a cold—fever and dizziness, nothing serious."

Wesley's tenderness towards Liliana was something I never experienced. Not wanting to hear more, I disconnected the call.

By the end of the concert, Wesley still hadn't shown up. Whenever Liliana was involved, his priorities always shifted towards her. Still, the concert was even more thrilling without him.

Afterwards, I found a street vendor and indulged in fast food Wesley always banned at home, deeming it unhealthy and lacking nutrition. He was supposedly concerned about my health, though he'd recently shared some with Liliana. During our four years together, I had given up everything Wesley disliked, sacrificing countless things I loved just to keep him happy.

As soon as I stepped through the front door, there was Liliana lying on the couch, her head resting on Wesley's lap.

Wesley hurried to explain. "Liliana caught a cold. I couldn't leave her alone in her small apartment, so I brought her here to care for her."

I glanced at Liliana, unable to see any signs of illness.

"Wesley, I should probably head back. Ms. Stewart, don't get any wrong ideas," Liliana's tone was fake innocent, but her eyes betrayed a smug satisfaction.

"If you're sick, you should take the master bedroom. It'll be easier for him to take care of you," I said, catching them both off guard.

Before they could respond, I retreated to the guest room and shut the door. My phone buzzed with a text. It was from a real estate friend, letting me know that my house had been sold.