No Longer in Love

When I went to pay for my medication at the hospital, I discovered Mark had quietly frozen my credit card.

To make matters worse, my phone was completely dead.

Alone in a foreign country, I swallowed the lump rising in my throat.

I began asking around to borrow money. Eventually, a kind young woman helped me out.

Finally, I bought the medicine.

Just as I was about to patch myself up, my phone powered back on, and Mark’s call came through immediately.

“Rosie, where are you? Why haven’t you been answering?

“There was an incident at the square. Where did you run off to? Are you okay?”

I couldn’t tell if the concern in his voice was real or not.

I kept my reply short. “I’m fine. My phone just died.”

The moment he heard I was okay, I could feel him exhale in relief. Then his tone shifted back to cold impatience.

“Get to the airport. Lana’s not feeling well, so we’re flying back.”

Before I could respond, I heard Lana’s teary voice in the background.

“Mark, my stomach hurts so much. Do you think something’s wrong with the baby?

“It’s fine. I can wait however long it takes for Rosie to get here…”

That act of selflessness from Lana was enough to completely drain Mark’s patience.

He snapped at me through the phone. “You have thirty minutes. Get to the airport, now!”

Then he hung up without waiting for a reply.

I changed my ticket and rushed to the airport with my luggage.

By the time I arrived in a taxi, it had already been over an hour.

Still, as Mark’s secretary, I swiftly handled check-in procedures for him and Lana.

I was handing them their boarding passes when Lana clutched her belly and gasped in fake alarm.

“Oh my god, Rosie! You’ve got blood all over your face!”

I hadn’t had time to wash up or change clothes after bandaging my wound.

Mark glanced at me, his face twisting with disgust.

“Rosie, are you insane? Are you trying to scare Lana on purpose?”

The cut on my forehead throbbed. I was so tired, I couldn’t even speak.

I turned and walked toward the restroom to change.

However, Lana followed me in. Her eyes were full of smug provocation.

“You’re such a pathetic simp, Rosie,” she sneered. “You knew Mark proposed to me, and you still won’t back off?”

Her words dripped with venom.

I looked up, about to snap back.

Then I saw her bag.

It was the exact one that had struck me in the face at the square.

I grabbed her wrist sharply and demanded, “This is your bag? Why did you hit me with it earlier?”

Lana’s eyes flickered, but she didn’t answer. Instead, she yanked her arm back and threw herself to the ground.

Alarmed by the noise, Mark burst through the bathroom door.

Lana immediately clutched her stomach and cried out in pain.

He rushed to her side and shot me a furious glare.

“Rosie, what is wrong with you?!

“If anything happens to Lana, I swear you’ll regret it!”

He didn’t even give me a chance to speak. He picked her up and left.

I stepped out of the restroom and returned to the waiting area.

Mark’s assistant rushed over, looking conflicted.

She told me the rest of the team was flying back on the same flight. However, Mark had canceled my ticket.

I understood the message loud and clear.

Disobey him, and he’d leave me stranded here, penniless.

In the past, I would have rushed to apologize.

But not this time.

I stared coldly at Mark from a distance.

The boarding announcement came, and I walked toward him.

“Rosie, stay here and think about what you’ve done. Even if you beg, it’s no use. Lana’s still upset!”

However, what he got from me wasn’t an apology.

“I’m breaking up with you.” I cut him off coldly.

After that, I turned my eyes away, unwilling to look at him for another second.

Mark was stunned. Seconds later, he laughed bitterly in disbelief from behind.

“Rosie, you better mean it. Don’t come crawling back on your knees later!”

He stormed off and boarded the flight back home.

I deleted and blocked every way to contact him before walking the other way, onto a plane bound for a different country.

I hadn’t expected the surprise awaiting me once I took my seat.