His Ignored Wife, Her Silent Goodbye

CHAPTER 008

CHAPTER 009

MARGARET SINCLAIR'S POINT OF VIEW

I had already resigned.

Once they found my replacement, I would be gone regardless of this incident. I realized nobody in this place was interested in my problems, which made any explanation pointless.

I turned away without saying a word while holding onto the tray as tightly as possible.

As I prepared to leave, I listened to JULIETTE LAWRENCE's gentle voice as she attempted to comfort FREDERICK HARRINGTON.

You shouldn't stay upset, Fred, because she didn't mean to do that. Don't stay upset."

The bitterness that threatened to rise in my throat remained swallowed as I left the room.

I entered the break room and immediately poured the hot coffee. My burned fingers burned while I immersed them in flowing water. I retrieved some ointment from my handbag because I always kept it with me.

Housework was something I had never done before getting married. Cooking was never part of my experience, and I had never tasted coffee either. I discovered everything after my marriage to FREDERICK and the birth of my daughter, ANNABELLE, for them.

The transformation from a beginner to a skilled professional involved countless hours of practice that remained known only to me.

My routine now includes carrying first-aid supplies as a habit.

ANNABELLE travelled to KINGSTON, ENGLAND, with her father, so I ended up using them very little since then.

At least they had not expired.

I inhaled deeply before going back to my workspace. A sharp sensation on my chest, as though a needle pressed my ribs, forced me to ignore it so I could concentrate on my work.

My document organizing reached completion when I caught the sound of colleagues talking to each other.

A colleague told me the CEO's girlfriend is visiting today.

"Girlfriend? The CEO has a girlfriend? Who is she? What's her background? Is she pretty?"

I don't have information about her background, but the front desk indicated she comes from a wealthy family. She is stunning and has an amazing presence!"

The excitement in their voices made it clear to me who they were discussing.

JULIETTE.

My expression remained neutral. My colleagues quickly quieted themselves when they saw me stand up.

One employee awkwardly reminded them to do their work before starting gossip.

I stepped into the elevator with them and mentally braced myself for the impending events.

Upon reaching the hallway, I noticed JULIETTE walking toward us with four senior executives standing around her. Her four senior executive escorts fawned over her with eager smiles and admiration-filled voices.

JULIETTE said with grace, "I appreciate everyone taking the time to show me the company."

Her speech was polite, but her tone revealed apparent detachment. She behaved as though she were the company's first lady while treating everyone around her as her subordinate.

The executives nodded eagerly.

The opportunity to serve you stems directly from your connection to the CEO.

"Indeed, indeed."

Everyone was going out of their way to make her happy.

I maintained forward eye contact and chose silence while moving between them. But it wasn't enough.

One executive frowned.

"How careless! How careless you are; imagine if you had collided with Miss JULIETTE? Absolutely no manners!"

The colleagues next to me pressed themselves to the wall immediately while bowing slightly to apologize.

JULIETTE's gaze flickered towards me. She immediately turned away, revealing her total lack of interest as though I were just another stranger.

The moment the elevator doors shut behind them, the tension in the space disappeared.

One colleague leaned in to whisper excitedly, "Isn't she the CEO's girlfriend?" "God, she's beautiful. And those designer brands—must be expensive! No wonder she's from a wealthy family. So confident and commanding. She comes from a completely different world.

"Exactly, exactly!"

Another colleague turned to me.

"What do you think, MARGARET?"

I responded softly while directing my gaze downward, "Yes."

She was beautiful.

She was also my father's illegitimate daughter.

The term "illegitimate" seemed no longer appropriate to describe her. My father divorced my mother when I was eight to marry JULIETTE's mother. He made efforts to ensure that JULIETTE did not experience social rejection.

Subsequently, I moved in with my mother, grandmother, and uncle.

My uncle faced tough times in his business, but JULIETTE's new family experienced great success.

Reports indicated my father spent millions on her upbringing to provide her with the finest things life had to offer. She appeared to utilize everything she had received to her advantage.

Her aristocratic grace showed through her every move, which I had never been able to achieve.

I believed our lives would never intersect again. Every possible way fate appeared to support JULIETTE.

Even with FREDERICK.

Despite our long-standing childhood connection with FREDERICK, I never succeeded in capturing his proper attention.

He developed an instant attraction to JULIETTE when they met.

"MARGARET? Are you alright?"

A worried colleague interrupted my thoughts with their voice.

I inhaled deeply before managing to create a slight smile.

"I'm fine."

Soon, FREDERICK and I would be divorced.

The identity of his love interest became irrelevant to me.

Despite knowing that our relationship was ending, I couldn't understand why I felt this intense pressure on my chest.