Kian 

After days of waiting anxiously for her response and this was it?

The voices in the boardroom faded, the color draining from my face as I stared back at the pictures that mocked me. Pictures of his head on her chest, of them in the bathtub. 

‘Have a nice day, Miss Tamara.’

I suddenly forgot how to breathe, my lungs constricting as I stared at those five words and those pictures with that familiar ache blooming in my chest. 

I shouldn't let this get to me. I mean, I already knew they were fucking each other—which was still a reality I struggled to grapple with but having it slapped...