Olivia Westview
I turned on my heel and walked away.
I didn’t look back. If I did, I might not leave at all. Each step away from that office felt like I was peeling off a part of myself, stripping away loyalty, dedication, love—love that had turned out to be nothing more than a lie.
I won’t miss this place. The words echoed in my head, over and over, like a mantra. I won’t miss this place. I won’t miss the long hours, the constant pressure, the way my entire life had revolved around work. I won’t miss the sterile walls, the endless meetings, the nights spent in that office, convincing myself that this job—that he—was worth everything I had sacrificed.
There was nothing here for me. No friends. No real connections. Only work.
And James…
I sucked in a sharp breath as I stepped into the
