My Fiancé Kissed His “Just a Friend” in the Break Room. Oops—I Kissed Their Freedom Goodbye. Chapter 11

My Fiancé Kissed His “Just a Friend” in the Break Room. Oops—I Kissed Their Freedom Goodbye. Chapter 11

Sasha stared at me for a long time. Then she put her head down on the table and sobbed.

I hung up the phone, stood, and walked away.

The iron door at the end of the hallway opened. A guard led me to another visitation room.

Ronan was sitting on the other side of the glass. I almost didn’t recognize him.

His face was still bruised. His nose was crooked. He looked ten years older.

The second he saw me, he threw himself against the glass.

“Vera. Vera. I knew you couldn’t stay away. I knew you’d come see me.”

He slapped his hands against the glass like a kid in a candy store.

“Vera, talk to your parents. Tell them to let me out. Please. I can’t spend my life in here.”

“I’m still young. My life hasn’t even started yet.”

I looked at him. Said nothing.

Tears started streaming down his face.

“Vera, I know I messed up. I know I was wrong.”

“I never should have let Sasha into the company. I never should have let her treat you like that. I know I was wrong. But I love you. I really do love you.”

He wiped his face with his sleeve.

“Think about when we were together, Vera. Think about how good I was to you.”

“I brought you breakfast. Drove you to work. Did everything you asked. I never once got angry at you.”

love you so much. Can’t you forgive me? Just once?”

I finally spoke.

“Ronan.” My voice was flat. “The truth is… I never loved you that much.”

He stopped crying. Blinked.

“What did you say?”

I kept my voice calm. “I said I never loved you that much.”

“I was with you because you were good to me. Not because I felt strongly about you.”

“You know how I am. I go for whoever treats me well. I don’t need anything else. I just need someone who’s nice to me.”

Ronan’s face went from pale to bright red.

“If you didn’t love me, why did you agree to marry me? Why did you wear my ring?”

His voice got louder. More frantic.

“You never took me seriously at all, did you, Vera? You thought I wasn’t good enough for you. You were playing me this whole

time.”

Two guards walked in. One on each side. Grabbed his shoulders and forced him back into his chair.

Ronan struggled for a second. But when he realized he couldn’t break free, he kept his eyes locked on me.

“Why can’t you just forgive me? Why can’t you just let this go?”

“I’m already like this. What more do you want from me? Can’t you give me one chance?”

His words were all over the place. Begging one second. Demanding the next.

“I was your fiancé. We were engaged. How could you be so cold? What did I have to do to make you happy?”

I watched his face twist with emotion. When he finally went quiet, I spoke.

“Because you didn’t deserve it.”

With that, I stood up and hung the phone back on its hook.

I looked at him one last time through the glass.

I read his lips. He kept saying “why, why, why”.

But I didn’t answer him.

When I walked out of the prison, I took a deep breath of fresh air.

Then I pulled out my new phone.

My mom’s message was as timely as always.

[Baby, what do you want for dinner? I’ll have the kitchen make it.]

I texted back: [Truffle pasta. Thanks, Mom.]

Then the driver opened the back door of the Maybach for me. The car pulled away, merging smoothly into traffic.

I think my happiness is just living a quiet, peaceful life. Watching the seasons change. Not getting caught up in the chaos.

Because staying low-key?

That’s the only way to keep things smooth.