Early the next morning, I went straight to Coby's company to resign.
The moment I stepped into the office area, every eye was fixed on me with a complicated, tangled gaze.
Just yesterday, they'd pegged me as the pathetic mistress who threw herself at a man and crashed and burned. Today, their stares had totally shifted—probably because they'd caught Evan's photos on their social feeds, and now they were all busy recalibrating just how much weight I really carried.
I strode straight into HR and plunked my signed resignation form down on the desk.
"You, you're really leaving?" Ms. Holland, the HR manager, took the form, regret heavy in her voice. "You've been here eight years, a true veteran of the company."
"Eight years is plenty long enough," I said with a smile. "Time to turn th
