He Treated Me as a Servant but Begged Me Not to Leave Chapter 10

He Treated Me as a Servant but Begged Me Not to Leave Chapter 10

Of course, Landon never got to wait long enough.

I broke up with that boyfriend, then had another.

After that one ended, I stayed single and still didn’t give Landon any attention.

He stayed single. At least that’s what he let everyone believe.

Gradually, a lot of people started siding with him.

Even my closest friend tentatively asked once about my thoughts.

Until Chloe showed up at Vivian’s place, heavily pregnant.

Landon panicked and looked at me, claiming Chloe had spiked his drink.

Chloe gave a cold laugh, “I spiked your drink the exact same way I did the night you slept with Blair. It’s just a little something in the bourbon.”

Landon’s face went white.

Back then, he’d slept with me in a rage after breaking up with Chloe.

Now he’d slept with Chloe in a rage after breaking up with me.

Unexpected, but also entirely predictable.

Landon glared at Chloe and shouted, “What are you talking about!”

“The baby can’t be mine!”

Chloe stayed calm and said she’d do a paternity test.

Landon looked desperately at me, as if trying to gauge my reaction.

He tried to say more, but Vivian slapped him across the face.

Chloe looked at him, a sharp, vengeful glint flashed in her eyes.

“Landon, Blair never even thought you were worth her time.”

“Guess who sent my resume to you in the first place?”

Landon’s eyes went wide as he whipped his head toward me.

My face stayed perfectly neutral the whole time, not a single flicker of reaction gave me away.

Landon swayed on his feet—he could barely stand.

His eyes were blown wide with raw fury, like they might pop right out of his head.

“Blair… why would you do that…”

So what if I did?

Even before that resume, they’d never stopped talking online.

I’d only tossed a little fuel on a fire that was already burning.

After that, I left the country again.

Never saw Landon again.

A year later, my career was stable, and I had a daughter.

Vivian came to visit and had my daughter call her “Grandma.”

She said it tentatively, like she was afraid I’d take offense.

She’d already stripped Landon of his management authority and hired a professional manager.

She didn’t want to see him anymore.

So I invited her to settle down with me overseas.

After all those years of caring for each other like real family, I finally called her “Mom.”

In the end, I finally called her Mom—not for the sake of a man, but for the bond we’d built ourselves.

And that made our relationship far sturdier, free of all the mess that comes with tying affection to a romance.