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Honestly, I never wanted to deal with Belinda. It felt so pointless to fight over a man. But she kept pushing my buttons. If I didn’t snap back now, when would I?
I stood up, the pain in my side momentarily forgotten. “If you want to talk about professionalism, then act like professionals,” I said as I walked past them. “But if you’re going to keep treating people like trash, don’t be surprised when they throw it back in your face.”
With that, I left the room, closing the door behind me, leaving them in stunned silence.
Belinda hadn’t expected me to snap. Not like that.
She froze mid–step, and for a brief moment, her gaze flickered toward Dwight. I could see the confusion in her eyes, the quick calculation behind her perfect face. She was probably wondering what had gone wrong, why I wasn’t the Sylvia who
usually bit her tongue and kept things civil.
But even I had my limits.
She stepped forward cautiously, her expression softening, her tone like honey. “Sylvia, there must be some misunderstanding. Don’t get upset…” Her voice
dripped with feigned concern, but it only fueled the fire burning inside me.
As she got closer, a familiar scent reached me. It was faint but distinct–the soft
fragrance of gardenia.
My heart twisted.
I knew that scent.
It was Dwight’s favorite.
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He’d bought that perfume.
I had once believed it was just for me.
My thoughts snapped back to a moment months ago when Dwight had left a small, elegantly wrapped box on the bedside table. He hadn’t said a word, but I’d
assumed it was a gift. A peace offering, maybe..
I had unwrapped it with a giddy heart, my mind racing with thoughts of reconciliation, a new start for our troubled relationship.
The gardenia scent had filled the room, and for days, I’d imagined it was his way
of telling me that I was still on his mind… That he cared.
But here it was, on Belinda.
I felt sick. Literally, physically sick.
My stomach turned, my breath quickened, and a deep nausea settled in the pit of my stomach. This wasn’t just betrayal; it was a slap in the face.
I forced myself to look at her again, to see the woman who wore the perfume meant for me. My chest tightened, but I wasn’t going to let her see how much this
hurt. I couldn’t.
“Do me a favor,” I said through clenched teeth, lifting my hand to stop her from coming any closer. “Stay away from me. The smell on you is revolting. It makes me
want to vomit.”
For a moment, Belinda’s mask cracked. Her smile faltered, her wide eyes narrowing slightly as she processed my words. Her lips pressed together in a thin line, and she stepped back, the innocence in her expression replaced by something darker, more calculating.
rms crossed, his jaw clench
But Dwight–he didn’t flinch. He stood there, watching me with those cold, detached brown eyes. His silence was worse than
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any insult he could’ve hurled. He just stared at me, as if my outburst was nothing
more than a child’s tantrum.
“Sylvia,” he said, his voice a quiet, dangerous calm. “that was out of line. Apologize.”
The audacity of his demand hit me like a punch to the gut.
Apologize? To her? For what? For speaking the truth? For feeling hurt?
I could barely believe it. My mouth opened, but no words came out. Instead, my eyes stung, and I blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to
fall.
But it was no use. The tears came anyway, hot and angry, streaming down my cheeks before I could stop them.
I wanted to scream at myself–how could I let him see me like this? How could I let
them both see how broken I was?
For a split second, Dwight’s cold expression faltered. He looked surprised, maybe even concerned, and he took a step toward me, his hand reaching out as if to wipe
away my tears.
But I recoiled, instinctively backing away from him. My hand moved faster than my mind could process, and before I knew it, my palm connected with his cheek in a sharp, resounding slap!!
The sound echoed in the room, freezing everyone in place.
“Don’t you dare touch me!” My voice broke, a mixture of fury and grief. “You disgusting pig!”
Belinda gasped audibly, her hand flying to her mouth in a dramatic display of shock. Her manager, who had been standing off to the side, stared at me with wide eyes, clearly relishing the drama unfolding in front of him.
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They both exchanged a glance, like they couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
No one dared to touch Dwight, not in this industry. Everyone knew that. You didn’t cross someone like him. Not without consequences.
