For years, I treated promotion and salary increases as my sole purpose, believing they were stepping stones to the future Lindsay promised.
In the past, I would’ve swallowed my pride, followed her upstairs, and handled the situation, only to hand over all the credit to her.
But now, I finally understood. No matter how many multimillion-dollar deals I closed, she would always find a reason not to promote me, claiming the plans needed further refinement. The truth was simpler and far more painful—she had no intention of making our relationship public.
Because she didn’t love me.
I turned and walked away without looking back.
Behind me, Lindsay’s angry voice echoed through the hallway. “If you take another step forward, I’ll really lose my temper!”
I chuckled quietly to myself. Did she still think I cared about her moods?
When I returned to the villa alone, I expected to have the house to myself until the press conference wrapped up. I didn’t expect Lindsay to follow me home so soon.
She found me sitting on the sofa and approached, her tone soft and slightly aggrieved. “You just left me there like that. Don’t you feel the least bit guilty?”