To Love You, Never Again

Sure enough, as Callie approached, Reid quickly swiped across the screen, switching to a different interface. In the brief moment of transition, Callie caught a glimpse of Geneva’s provocative black stockings. No wonder he was so absorbed in staring at the screen.

Feigning ignorance, Callie casually asked, “Reid, what do you think? Does it look nice?”

Reid couldn’t resist pulling her into his arms, his face lighting up with a smile. “It’s beautiful. But that’s because you look amazing in everything. So, should we go with this one?”

“Perfect!” Callie replied, trying to sound enthusiastic.

Without hesitation, Reid swiped his card, paying in full for the five-million-dollar wedding dress, not even batting an eye.

“I think the designer should adjust it a bit more. It seems a little big big on you,” he said, a bit too smoothly.

The saleswoman, beaming with admiration, chimed in, “You have a very thoughtful husband, Miss Dodson. It does a bit big, but it's not too noticeable. I’m amazed he picked up on such a small detail.”

“He’s not my husband,” Callie corrected, her voice cool.

Reid paused for a moment, then immediately explained, “True, because I will be soon, right?” He added with a loving kiss on her cheek.

The staff in the store watched, quietly amazed.

“Wow! This couple is so cute!” one of them whispered.

“I know right?” if I had such a considerate and generous boyfriend, I’d be waking up smiling everyday.” 

Callie smiled bitterly to herself but said nothing. This was Reid—he was always the perfect boyfriend when there were eyes on him. The more people around, the more charming he seemed, as if he needed to prove he was the most loving man in the world. It was always like this in public, far more attentive than when they were alone.

Everyone knew about the famous Dodson heiress and her eight-year relationship with Reid. It was well-known enough that no one dared to set up an arranged marriage with her—except Tommy.

As they left the bridal store, Reid’s phone rang again. He glanced at it quickly and immediately hung up.

“Callie, you should head back. I’ll call a cab for you. I need to meet with a client. We have an important contract to discuss,” Reid explained.

Callie nodded obediently, but once Reid left, she immediately ordered another car to follow him.

The car parked in front of Reid’s company building, but this time, Geneva was waiting for him. Dressed in a professional skirt suit, she seemed to be all business, but Callie noticed the black stockings that barely reached mid-thigh and a black lace choker around her neck. The implications were clear without needing to be spoken. Callie rolled down the car window, just in time to overhear their conversation.

Geneva handed over a contract, her finger brushing the back of Reid’s hand as she leaned in with a playful, flirtatious tone, “Mr. Reid, I think we need to take this contract to your office and discuss it in detail.”

Reid swallowed visibly, accepting the contract without hesitation, a smile on his lips. “Of course! I’ll be waiting in my office.”

Callie followed them through the employee entrance, leading directly to Reid’s office.

His office was a private space, separated from the other departments, just the way he liked it. When Reid’s company was still starting up, all the design and decor for the office had been Callie’s work, including the intimate, secluded room where she and Reid had spent countless passionate moments.

But now, standing at the door, she saw Reid eagerly pull Geneva in for a kiss, his hands firmly gripping her back. The two of them kissed their way from the office entrance all the way into the hidden room.

They kissed their way through the office, all the way to the private room. By the time the door closed behind them, Callie’s hand holding the phone to record was trembling.