When Love No Longer Exists, Hatred Last Forever

I smiled inwardly at these thoughts.

I hadn't realized one thing until now that excessive dreaming could blur the lines between fantasy and reality.

I moved into the hotel while looking for a suitable house.

Meanwhile, I continued my routine work.

I was just a mere employee in the company.

Everett, as the president, would not notice my existence at all.

But I didn't expect that the manager would bring explosive news in the afternoon.

The deputy manager position that I was sure to get was snatched away.

"This is our new deputy manager, Sydney Elliott. Let's work well together."

The manager's announcement caused a tense silence in the office.

Everyone's eyes fell on me, filled with curiosity, suspicion, and scrutiny.

I looked at Sydney coldly.

Sydney looked at me with a provocative look.

It was as if she believed she could attain anything she desired, be it Everett's favor or professional success.

At this time, Everett came over with his special assistant, and swept everyone in the office indifferently.

He treated me as a stranger.

His silence made his position clear.

Seeing this, everyone applauded and welcomed Sydney.

When I was sure I could get the position, I invited him to dinner on this basis. He even addressed me as "Deputy Manager" jokingly.

He must have been aware of my eagerness for that position.

I didn't have to think too much to know that he was punishing me.

But he didn't know that the competing company had long extended an offer to me.

And the validity period was permanent.

Since I couldn't stay here any longer, I had to find another way.

After the welcome, I immediately contacted Kane Lynch, the vice president of that company, explaining my circumstances.

I thought he would wait until my term was over before recruiting me.

But to my surprise, he was willing to cover the liquidated damages and invited me to start the following Monday.

I worked in the marketing department for four years, and many of the Turner Group's outstanding collaborations were achieved through my efforts at social events.

So I had a lot of resources at my disposal.

The competing company noticed this, willing to spend a huge sum of money to poach me.

I didn't agree immediately, but asked him to give me two days to think about it.

I had to plan for the future and not make blind choices anymore.

When it was time to get off work, I was the first one to leave.

In the past, I was always staying late to improve my work efficiency.

When my colleagues saw this, they all said that I didn't get promoted and started to give up.

I smiled and said nothing in response to their teasing.

As I exited the building, I noticed a car parked nearby.

I ignored it and walked towards the bus stop.

Sydney rolled down the passenger window and shouted, "Winona, come here. We are waiting for you."

Upon hearing her voice, several coworkers around turned their attention towards us.

Reluctant to be seen by colleagues, I approached with a composed demeanor.

I asked, "Ms. Elliott, is there anything wrong?"

She smiled at my address and said, "We are not in the company. You can call me by my name."

Everett, seated in the driver's seat, wore a detached expression.

He didn't even glance at me, and his furrowed brows revealed a hint of impatience.

Sydney continued, "Winona, please get in the car quickly. Today is my first day at work in the company, and I want to treat you and Everett to a meal."

I replied, "No, I have no appetite."

With that, I was about to leave.

Everett said coldly, "Get in the car."

I sneered at him, ignored his words, walked to the side of the road and hailed a taxi.

With a new job in sight, my chosen residence needed to change.

Once inside the car, I contacted the agent to scout for houses.

I could only stay in a hotel until I find a suitable house.

After dinner, I went out for a walk and saw if there was any suitable house nearby.

But none seemed ideal.

After washing up and lying on the bed, I took out my phone and opened the Instagram.

There, I saw Sydney's recent post from ten minutes ago.

It was a photo of them dining at a restaurant.

She didn't take a picture of Everett's face directly, but his hands.

The watch on Everett's wrist looked very familiar to me.

It was the birthday gift I bought him with my first paycheck.

Though not as extravagant as his other watches, he said he liked it and wore it often.

I used to believe he really liked it.

Until last month, I accidentally learned from his assistant that he wore it to facilitate discussions on cooperation with certain special units.

Because it was inconspicuous and affordable.

My gaze shifted to her caption, "Today is my first day at work. I hope Mr. Turner can give me more guidance in the future."

Following this sentence, there was a high-profile kiss emoticon.

So romantic.

I silently liked the post, then unfriended her.

The next day, I washed and got ready to go out to work.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a bunch of bright roses on the floor.

I frowned and kicked them aside.

Looking up, I met Everett's displeased gaze.

He was dressed in a suit and his hair was neatly groomed.

He was holding a packed breakfast.

He asked, "Aren't roses your favorite?"

"But I don't like what you gave me." I responded calmly, "How did you find this place?"

He frowned and said, "I found it based on your takeout address."

With that, I recalled using his phone to order food before.

At that time, he teased me for my junk food habits.

I glanced at him indifferently and walked past him towards the elevator.

Everett picked up the rose and followed.

"When are you moving back?"

At the last second before the elevator closed, he rushed in and asked impatiently.

I looked at him coldly, "That's not my home. Why would I go back there?"

"Everett, remember we're over."

"Are you upset I promoted Sydney to assistant manager?" He stared at me and softened his tone, "As long as you don't make trouble with me, I will promote you later. She is just gaining experience in this position, and she won't stay for long."

His words felt like a cruel joke.

My efforts were far less valuable than a word from others.

It was as if everything I worked hard for was a joke to him.

I met his gaze and said calmly, "I don't need anything from you."

Not the job, not the ring.

Not even Everett.