âMelissa, you think Iâve done wrong, donât you?â
Albertâs voice broke the silence.
âI donât love Jessie, yet Iâve kept her waiting for years.
Iâve tainted her innocence.
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Melissa remained silent.
Opening his eyes, Albert sighed.
âI understand.
â
Unbeknownst to them, a slender figure lingered outside the slightly ajar door.
Jessie, the focal point of their discussion was Listening.
When Melissa entered, the door wasnât fully closed.
Every word exchanged between Melissa and Albert pierced her heart like icy daggers.
Despite waiting for Albert for several years, he hadnât shown any signs of softening his heart.
He was constantly surrounded by new women, and Jessie had once naively believed she was the most special one to him.
But Albertâs indifference to marriage shattered her illusions.
It became evident that Albert had never even considered whether Jessie was truly happy or not.
She never considered her own happiness.
Her mind was consumed by thoughts of Melissa.
Jessie never liked Melissa, yet it turned out she was the only one here that voiced out Jessieâs own happiness did matter.
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Tears streaming down her face, Jessie leaned against the wall.
As other secretaries passed by, Jessie uttered in a low, hoarse voice, âPlease, donât mention that Iâve been here.
â
With a heavy heart, Jessie left.
Initially, when she arrived, she harbored thoughts of doing everything she could to compel Albert to end things with the star.
However, now, she felt utterly disheartened and disillusioned.
The man with whom she shared her bed seemed to care less about her than he did about others outside their relationship.
Jessieâs heart sank.
She hurried into the elevator, waiting until the doors closed and she was alone before allowing herself to cry freely, hands covering her face.
Her sobs echoed in the confined space, reminiscent of a childâs cries.
It was as if she had suddenly matured; while she had once clung to Albert like a cherished toy, she now realized she no longer desired it, even if she were to obtain it.
She sat in the car, absent-minded.
She retrieved her phone and dialed Albertâs number.
After a brief pause, Albert answered, annoyance evident in his voice.
On the other end, a girlâs hoarse voice greeted him, lacking its usual softness.
She said, âAlbert, letâs end things.
â
Stunned, Albert stared at his phone but Jessie had already hung up.
Albert stared at his phone for a moment before setting it down with deliberation.
Melissa surmised that the caller must be Jessie.