Chapter 4

The moment I hit send, I sank into a bathtub full of water.

Bubbles gurgled up, just like my unrequited love all these years, finally sinking completely.

The next day, I went to work as usual.

But to my shock, photos of me soaking wet and heading home had been uploaded online, sparking a heated discussion.

“That flat-chested body dares to run around naked? I wouldn’t even glance at her if she walked past me! This woman will do anything for negative attention, she’s desperate for traffic!”

“Look at her miserable state, it doesn’t look like she’s seeking attention, more like a mistress who got beaten up! Serves her right, a shameless hussy who deliberately interfered in someone else’s relationship. Why doesn’t she get hit by a car and die!”

Reading these malicious curses in the comments, my heart ached, but there was nothing I could do.

I was terrified my mom would see these photos, so I nervously scrolled through the news, reporting posts all morning.

The online discussion grew more intense until someone tried to doxx the person in the photos.

Within minutes, the entire trending topic was removed, and all photos and videos disappeared from the internet.

I didn’t know why, but my mood slowly calmed down.

I pretended to be oblivious and continued working.

I took a document to Damon for his signature, only to see Scarlett angrily confronting him.

“You took down that trending topic, didn’t you? No one else has that power but you! Why would you do that? Do you like her?!”

I froze, surprised it was Damon who had done it.

He frowned slightly, looking at Scarlett with a hint of helplessness.

“I took it down, but it’s not what you think. She’s my secretary, and if her identity were exposed, it would affect the company’s stock price. I swear, I have no feelings for her, Scarlett. I only love you. Please believe me, okay?”

Scarlett was about to say more, but Damon pulled her into his arms, lowered his head, and kissed her, silencing all her words.

Scarlett struggled at first, but eventually succumbed to his expert and tender kisses, her breathing growing ragged.

Watching this scene from outside the door, I felt utterly cold.

So this is how he kisses the woman he loves…

His long fingers threaded through her hair, gently pulling her closer, his eyes filled with undisguised possessiveness and love.

For three years, we had done everything intimate, yet he had never once kissed me.

I should have known then, it was because he didn’t love me.

My heart twisted in pain.

Just as I was about to leave, a coffee cup suddenly flew past me.

I stumbled and fell, hitting the ground.

My forehead was gashed and bleeding.

I barely managed to raise a hand to cover the wound when I heard Scarlett’s angry shout.

“How long have you been eavesdropping at the door? Do you enjoy watching people kiss that much?”

I lowered my head, my voice hoarse as I explained I was only there to deliver documents.

But Scarlett walked over with a cold expression, raised her high heel, and stomped on the hand holding the documents, grinding it mercilessly.

“Ah—!”

The papers were crushed, and my hand was scraped raw, revealing crimson flesh.

I trembled uncontrollably from the pain, but Scarlett pulled Damon’s hand and began to complain.

“Damon, look, she not only lies, but she can’t even do her job properly. She ruined the documents! Can you please fire her?”

Damon’s gaze sharpened. He was silent for a moment before speaking softly.

“She’s currently handling several crucial contracts that need follow-up. I can’t fire her just yet.”

Scarlett looked at him suspiciously, her voice tinged with dissatisfaction.

“Can’t, or won’t?”