He Shamed Me, I Married My Billionaire Suitor

Chapter 2

I didn't reply. Instead, I blocked all his social media accounts. After a sleepless night, I felt strangely clear-headed instead, years of suppression swept clean away.

But in the company cafeteria, the Chase who came walking toward me had dark circles under his eyes. The moment he saw me, he was already simmering with anger.

"Tara, why did you block every way I have to reach you? You won't even answer work notices."

I looked up at him, my tone calm. "Mr. Holt, my routes no longer fall under your authority. We have no more work to share going forward, and I don't see any need to keep your personal contact information."

Hearing this, Chase's face darkened further, and he started in on me. "It was just one inaugural flight assignment. You're a first-rate captain. An honor like that means next to nothing to you now. Isn't it only right to hand it off to a new hire with potential?"

I looked at him and found I'd completely lost any desire to argue. "You altered the flight plan against regulations. The fact that I haven't filed a complaint with air traffic control is already the greatest courtesy I can show you. Now, professionally and personally, there's no reason for me to stay in contact with you. Show some self-respect."

Chase clearly hadn't expected me to take this strictly-business tone with him. He stood stunned for a few seconds, then sneered. "Tara, you've grown. You've learned to use a trick like this to get my attention."

I couldn't be bothered to say another word and turned to leave, but Chase seized my arm hard.

"Your birthday's next month. I'll approve a day off for you. Consider it your gift."

"Does the day off come with pay?" I asked flatly.

His brow furrowed. "You want to get paid for not working? Since when did you get so calculating?"

Thinking back to the brand-new Patek Philippe Chloe had flaunted so loudly on her feed the night before, supposedly a welcome gift from Chase, I just found it laughable. I pried his hand off and walked away without a word.

That evening, I went back to my parents' house and laid out my decision to divorce. My father's face fell when he heard it.

"Who does he think he is? Back then, if you hadn't quietly pleaded his case, do you think he'd have gotten into this company so smoothly?"

My mother was furious too, and she tried to comfort me. "Sweetheart, you've suffered enough. We won't stand for this. Tomorrow, I'll have your father make one phone call and have him thrown out of that company."

I shook my head. "Mom, there's no need. I want us to part on good terms."