Damien never liked to cook. Amelia had been the one to learn, putting in effort to make his meals just right. Now, she realized the truth. The truth was that Damien wasn’t unwilling to cook. It was because he just didn’t want to cook for her.
After that, Amelia walked to the lake behind the company. The water sparkled under the fading sunlight, but she only felt cold. She then pulled the ring from her pocket, holding it in her palm, feeling the last remnants of its warmth.
"Goodbye," she whispered.
With all her strength, she threw the ring into the lake. It arced through the air before sinking into the water, disappearing forever.
Taking a deep breath, Amelia turned away. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she walked forward, her head held high. She was done looking back.
After a meeting, Damien looked at the unfamiliar woman standing beside him and frowned slightly.
"Who is this?" he asked Amelia, who was organizing the documents.
His voice carried a hint of surprise.
"Miss Witt, a new employee I trained," Amelia replied calmly. "She will handle the meeting records from now on."