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Afterward, I moved into the penthouse apartment Harrison had prepared for me.
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I played the part of the docile, obedient “canary in a gilded cage.”
Never fighting, never demanding anything.
Loving him to the point of losing myself completely.
Harrison’s visits became less frequent, but the guilt in his eyes deepened with each one.
He knew what Lorelei was doing behind the scenes but chose to ignore it.
To “make up for it,” he showered me with expensive jewelry and designer handbags.
I accepted it all without complaint.
After all, this was my compensation for having to play along with their sick drama.
Secretly, I was working with Tim and Lachlan,
finalizing our plans to leave the country for good.
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One day, I left under the pretext of visiting Tim.
When I returned and got out of the car, I heard the sound of things smashing inside the apartment.
As soon as I walked in, I saw Lorelei lounging on the
sofa.
She was sipping coffee while her bodyguards systematically destroyed my belongings.
Thinking of my imminent departure, I felt a wave of genuine, long–forgotten joy.
I smiled at her. “Coming here every other day… don’t you get tired of it, Lorelei?”
Lorelei snorted. “I’m not the one doing the work, so of
course I’m not tired.”
I walked to the kitchen to start preparing dinner.
Harrison had mentioned he was craving my homemade lobster pasta.
Seeing me so calm, Lorelei shrieked, “Grab her!”
But her bodyguards didn’t move an inch.
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I mocked her, “Lorelei, do you really think Harrison’s men would dare to lay a hand on me?”
Lorelei was enraged and threw her coffee cup at me, where it shattered against the wall.
Her face was contorted with fury as she screamed, “You’re lying! Harrison loves me!”
Then, a triumphant, wicked look appeared on her face.
“Oh, did I forget to mention? On Harrison’s birthday, he came onto me–stone–cold sober. Told me I could only ever belong to him.”
“Afterward, he blamed it all on being drunk. And the rooftop? Did you really think he didn’t know I wasn’t going to jump? He was just playing along, afraid I might get hurt by accident.”
I stared at the chattering woman.
Because of her so–called “game,” I, Tim, and my poor, unborn child were all sacrificed.
At that thought, all reason left me.
I lunged forward and shoved her hard.
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She fell back harmlessly onto the sofa cushions.
Just then, Harrison, who had clearly been standing at the door for some time, rushed in.
His face was a mask of shock.
He pushed me aside and hurried to help Lorelei up.
Then, he glared at me and reprimanded, “She’s pregnant! How could you push her?”
I answered without emotion, “What are you so afraid of? She fell onto a sofa, not the cold, hard floor.”
My icy demeanor, so different from my previous submissiveness, unsettled Harrison.
He remembered what Lorelei had just said, and with a hint of remorse and hesitation, he reached for me.
But instead, I took the lobster pasta I had so carefully prepared for him–his favorite–and dumped it all over his expensive suit.
Lorelei screamed, “Harrison!”
I stared at Harrison and let out a cold laugh. “And to think I was actually going to make you dinner. How
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pathetic. We’re done, Harrison.”
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