Chapter 32
RYAN
“Are we really leaving?” Angelo’s eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and disbelief, his voice laced with bewilderment. Despite his attempts to conceal his emotions, relief and amusement danced on his face like flickering shadows. “What happened? Did something happen at the company?
Without acknowledging his questions, I continued to pack my belongings into the bag, determined to complete the task efficiently. The pilot departs in three hours, and I’m not inclined to delay. If you have any last–minute items to collect, now’s the time,”
Pausing by the door, Angelo’s playful demeanor gradually faded, replaced by a more serious expression. “Seriously, did something happen?”
Frustration seeped into my actions as I forcefully shoved a shirt into the box, causing a dull thud. “Taven’t we spent enough time here!” I countered, my annoyance evident. “We have responsibilities to attend to, it’s time to return to work.”
He held his gaze on me for a fleeting moment, then delivered a crisp nod before gracefully exiting the room. With each garment I crammed into my suitcase, the memory of the ring adorning Lily’s finger loomed larger. How had that even come about? Weren’t they experiencing issues? And how had it ended in a proposal?
Having packed what was necessary, I took a brief shower and changed into attire suitable for traveling, before walking out of my room. to reach my car. A member of the security team adeptly managed my boxes as I made my way.
Seated comfortably in the back, I retrieved my phone and dialed Lily’s number. Angelo assumed his position in the driver’s seat, stealing a glance at me through the rear–view mirror before setting the vehicle in motion
Eventually, Lily answered the call. “Hey, I exhaled softly, mindful not to utter anything that might unsettle her. “How are you?” My words were measured, aimed at maintaining a sense of ease in our conversation.
“I’m fine.” She replied. “Is everything okay?”
I cleared my throat, still trying not dwell on the fact that there is an engagement ring on her finger. “I’m leaving Canada as we speak,” I informed her, “and I felt it will only be fair to let you know.” Since I practically made her uncomfortable with my stay.
She fell silent for a while. “Are you leaving because of what I said the last time?” She asked and I smiled at the fact that even though she is trying to deny it, she still cares. “Look, I was upset and I let it lead everything I say and for that I apologize.”
“I didn’t call you for you to apologize Lily, it’s fine.” I can’t eat my cake and have it. I had my time with her and I ruined it, so I should let her have her own share at happiness. “Don’t let that dickhead treat you the way I treated you, you deserve more than that.”
She sighed. “I know Ryan, I figured it out the day I walked out of our marriage.” I heard something beep in the background. “I have to go Ryan, duty calls and I wish you a safe trip back to New York, and please do not return, not unless it is very important.”
She disconnected the call and I winced at her last statement. She could have avoided saying that, but I guess she just wanted to be brutal.
1
Throughout the journey back to New York, I maintained a solemn demeanor, opting not to engage in conversation with anyone, including Angelo. Instead, I busied myself during the duration of the flight by carefully combing through the multitude of emails that had accumulated during my absence. I took great care to respond to those that warranted immediate attention while intentionally disregarding those of lesser importance.
Upon our arrival, I saw to it that my suitcase was promptly dispatched to the manor before making an impromptu stop at the office. The sight of my unexpected return seemed to elicit surprise among the staff. At that moment, I took mental note of those scheduled to join us next month as well as those individuals whose employment statuses were on shaky ground.
Immersing myself in the day’s workload served as a temporary distraction, allowing me to momentarily forget about the troubles of my personal life, particularly the lingering thoughts of Lily and her impending wedding
Despite my best efforts to focus solely on work, my mind occasionally drifted back to the things that happened in Canada. Angelo, ever attentive, seemned to sense my sore mood, wisely choosing to maintain his distance and afford me the peace and quiet I evidently sought.
11:39 AM
Chapter 32
“Sir,” Angelo’s voice pierced through my weariness, bringing me back to the present moment. “We’ve arrived, sir.”
Blinking away the haze of exhaustion, I found myself parked in the familiar confines of my driveway. Rubbing my eyes to shake off the fatigue, I seized my suitcase, swung open the door, and stepped out onto the pavement. As Angelo drove the car into its designated spot, I made my way into the silent embrace of the living room.
True to my preferences, the house enveloped me in silence, with the staff discreetly avoiding my path. I had made it abundantly clear that encountering unfamiliar faces within the confines of my home was a displeasure I preferred to avoid, and they diligently honored my wishes.
Ascending the stairs with a near–silent tread, I made my way to my room. Pushing the door open, I was greeted by an unwelcome sight that instantly dampened my spirits.
Stephanie lay sprawled across my bed, her attire leaving little to the imagination as she delved into the pages of a book. The creak of the door opening elicited a startled yelp from her, swiftly followed by a relaxed demeanor upon spotting me. Her lips curved into an instant smile of recognition. “Hey,” she greeted, rolling off the bed to close the distance between us, enfolding me in a warm embrace. “Nobody mentioned you were coming home.”
As we parted, she leaned in for a kiss, but I instinctively turned my head, offering only my cheek in response. Stephanie’s expression briefly registered a flicker of disappointment before she brushed it off with a nonchalant shrug. “I missed you,” she whispered softly, her words laced with genuine affection, before releasing me from her embrace. Bending gracefully, she retrieved my suitcase, placing it on the solitary chair in the room, then reached for my jacket. However, already expecting her movement, I swiftly removed the jacket myself, an unexpected discomfort creeping over me at the prospect of her touch.
“You should have called,” she remarked, a note of mild reproach in her tone. “I would have loved to pick you up from the airport myself.”
Stepping into the closet, I began the task of unbuttoning my shirt while Stephanie lingered in the doorway, her gaze. “What brings you to my house in my absence?”
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Her brows furrowed in a slight frown. I came because I missed you and needed a reminder of you, she admitted.
Pausing in my actions, I glanced at her reflection in the full–length mirror. “And what about my parents? Did you stay with them for over two weeks just because you missed me?” I couldn’t quite comprehend why she would inconvenience others when she had her own home.
“I saw the news about you and Lily, and I became concerned, Ryan,” she explained, attempting to justify her unexpected presence. “My parents are disappointed that we aren’t married yet, so I couldn’t turn to them for support regarding our relationship. That’s why I went to your parents.
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My jaw tensed as I listened to her explanation. “Don’t,” I growled, my voice edged with frustration. “Don’t approach my parents at own convenience, Stephanie. They’re not your in–laws, so you have no business with them.”
In the mirror’s reflection, I caught sight of her fist clenching tightly. “What’s that supposed to mean, Ryan?” she retorted, her voice laced with hurt and frustration. “We’ve been together for over six years. Don’t you think it’s overdue to make me your wife?” She threw her hands up in exasperation. “But heaven forbid, I’m not even your fiancée yet!”
Turning to face her fully, I interlocked my fingers and met her gaze, a sense of clarity dawning upon me. Lily’s words echoed in my mind, resonating with a truth I couldn’t deny. Considering bringing a child into this kind of relationship with Stephanie would be selfish. It would only subject that child to the anguish of a broken home, a pain I knew all too well.
“This is over,” I declared, and she froze. I’m breaking up with you, Stephanie.”