When Enough is Enough

Wayne crossed his arms, completely unfazed. "Leave if you want. But once you walk out that door, don't expect another chance from me."

I took a deep breath. "No need for any more chances. It's been eight years, Wayne. I'm exhausted. It's over."

With that, I tossed him the keys and walked out without a backward glance.

Behind me, he yelled, "Georgina, don't come running back when you regret this!"

I never did things I'd regret. The only blemish in my life was the eight years I had spent entangled with him. After all that time, I was genuinely worn out.

Now that it was time to leave, I felt no guilt.

…

After leaving the house, I checked into a hotel.

In the silence, thoughts rushed in like a flood. I sorted out my affairs and submitted my resignation.

When HR found out, the manager was stunned. She texted me, "What happened, Georgina? You were doing so well. Why leave so suddenly?

"Is it because of Hannah? She's gone way too far, throwing her weight around just because she's close with Mr. Gale. She's stalling half our projects already! If you leave, what will happen to the rest of us?"

Even she could see that Hannah was truly something else. But no matter how people complained, they still had to follow her lead.

Wayne could dig his own grave, but I refused to let him ruin my career.

All I replied was, "This is Wayne's choice. Just stick to the protocol and get the paperwork finalized."

The HR manager instantly understood I was cutting ties with Wayne for good. I could even sense her panic through the screen.

In that company, he was the boss, and I was his right hand. I had closed countless deals with my ideas, and my professionalism and market instincts were sharper than his.

We were a team, always playing good cop and bad cop. That was how we brought in so many clients.

Wayne had once said I was his indispensable partner. With me, the company thrived. However, somewhere along the way, he started believing it was all his doing.

"I got to where I am today on my own," he had snapped during our last argument. "Don't think that just because you've been around, you're the reason for our success. The company will do just fine without you."

And that was when I knew. Since I meant nothing to him, I'd let him deal with his so-called bright future on his own.

…

The next day, I went to the office as usual. As I was resigning, I had to manage the handover properly.

When I arrived, Wayne and Hannah approached me. He looked at me condescendingly and said, "Fine, since you're going through with this, hand everything over."

Hannah, on the other hand, smiled sweetly as she gazed at me. "Georgina, your desk is mine now. Please pack up your things and move out as soon as you can."

I nodded in acknowledgment. "Got it. But first, I need you to go over the handover details with me."

I printed three copies of the handover documents—one for the company, one for the person taking over, and one for my own records.

When I handed them to Hannah, she glanced at the papers with a smile. "Don't forget your client records."

"They're all in the system. Besides, I already submitted the client list to the company," I replied.

Wayne froze at my words, disbelief flickering in his eyes. "You're really quitting? You're willing to walk away from everything you've built over the years?"