But a day later, I pulled myself out of my despair. Facing Bryan, who was pretending to regret hitting me.
“Elena, I’m sorry. Earlier, I… didn’t mean to. I’ll never do it again!” Bryan cried with fake tears.
I nodded, pretending to accept it with a blank expression. And Bryan continued his act.
“I just sent your resignation letter to all the cooking schools and associations because of your injury.” He held back a small, triumphant smile. “They all agreed you can’t join anymore.”
My eyes widened. I was truly shocked that Bryan had gone this far.
“Poor you, Elena.” Bryan put on another fake sad face. “But don’t worry, Livia is opening a new restaurant. You can work there. Isn’t that enough to cover your living expenses from now on?”
I nodded stiffly. Trying to look straight at the man I’d loved for five years.
“Alright,” I said softly. “You’re right, I need a job to cover my living expenses.”
Bryan’s smile immediately widened perfectly. “Finally, you understand and aren’t being stubborn.”
Livia arrived, her high heels clacking arrogantly against the floor.
“The restaurant’s opening is the day after tomorrow. You’d better get ready,” the woman said with her chin held high.