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“Yeah, didn’t sleep well. I’ve been thinking about the database. From now on, we need backups for our backups-not just digital, but hard copies of everything.”She nodded.
“Makes sense.”
“Could you check the website, see if there are any new orders?” Though it was pretty unlikely.
She went back to her workstation, and I returned to my own work.
I sent emails to clients, chased the OEM factory for updates on production orders, and sketched out new designs even though it was doubtful we’d land any new clients soon.
I had to keep my mind completely occupied. It was the only way to stop thinking about Sebastian and Genevieve.
By late morning, my head was fuzzy. I hadn’t slept properly, and it showed.
“Lunch time! Let’s go eat.” Priya stopped by my desk.
“Alright.” I was hungry, and feeling a bit lightheaded. Probably low blood sugar, since I’d skipped breakfast.
As we stepped out of the studio, I saw Genevieve getting out of a car and walking straight toward us.
She smiled, a look of pure satisfaction on her face.
“Let’s have lunch together.”
“I’m not interested in having lunch with you. Besides, I’ve already made plans with my colleague,” I said coldly.
“I have something important to tell you. Something I think you’ll want to hear. We really need to talk.”
“I have nothing to say to you.” I turned to Priya.
“Let’s go.”
“Then I’ll come find you tonight. If you’re busy then, I’ll try again tomorrow. I’ll keep trying until you make time, “Genevieve said smoothly, stepping in front of me with a faint, superior smile.
“What do you actually want?” I asked, my voice tight with anger.
“I just think we should talk. Don’t you agree?”Priya leaned in and whispered, “Maybe you should just hear her out. She doesn’t look like she’s going to give up. I’ll come with you. If she tries anything, I’ll step in.”I let out a tense breath and looked at Genevieve’s smug expression.
“Fine. Let’s go.”She glanced at Priya.
“Are you sure you want an audience?”I turned to Priya.
“You should go ahead without me.”
“Are you sure?” Priya still looked worried.
I nodded.
She reluctantly agreed.
“Fine, but I’ll be nearby. Call me if you need anything.”
“I will.” I watched her leave.
Genevieve’s smile widened triumphantly as she followed me to a nearby restaurant, and I chose a table by the window.
I fixed her with an icy stare.
“You can spit it out now.”
“Let’s order first,” she said breezily, picking up the menu. She selected a few dishes while I sat there, expressionless.
After she was done, she looked at me.
“Aren’t you going to choose anything?”
“Just get on with it. I don’t want to waste any more time on you than I have to.”She gave a soft, mocking laugh.
“Eleanor, don’t you find your life… painful these days? It must be. Marrying Sebastian hasn’t made you happy, has it?”A cold knot of pain twisted in my stomach, but I kept my expression carefully blank.
“Like I said, he only married you out of gratitude. What he feels for you isn’t love. Why cling to a man who doesn’t truly love you?” She looked at me with an air of superiority.
“My advice? Divorce him.”
“No,” I said flatly.
“Even if he doesn’t love you?”
“Even if. And I’m pretty sure as long as I don’t bring it up, Sebastian never will either. That means you’ll never get to marry him and become Mrs Laurent. You can waste your whole life waiting.” I looked straight at Genevieve, allowing a hint of triumph into my voice.
“How does it feel? To hate me but be completely powerless?”
“What’s the point, Eleanor? What do you gain by clinging to Sebastian like this? You’re making everyone miserable-you, him, and me. Just name your price. What will it take for you to leave him? I’ll do my best to meet it. I just want Sebastian.” Her tone had grown colder.
“I’ve told you already. Don’t waste your time dreaming. I will never divorce Sebastian.”Genevieve’s composure finally cracked.
“You know what I’m capable of. You’ve seen it first-hand. Next time, I’ll make sure the shooter doesn’t miss.”
“You mean the one who almost killed the man you claim to love?” I gave a dry laugh.
“Maybe hire someone who can actually aim. And don’t forget, Sebastian will always protect me. He would never let any real harm come to me. You should know that better than anyone.”
“Is that so?” Her lips curled into a sneer.
“What about when he’s in my bed, telling me he loves me?”My hands clenched into fists under the table, but I kept my face neutral, my eyes fixed on her with icy mockery.” I’ll bother being jealous when he actually sleeps with you. Right now, am I supposed to be jealous of some lovestruck lunatic’s fantasy? Please. The line of women who want my husband stretches from here to the next district. Who do you think you are?” My gaze was pure scorn.
“You-!” She clearly hadn’t expected me to be so unmoved.
“Did you go to all this trouble just to tell me that?” I raised an eyebrow.
“If this is all you wanted to say, you can save your breath. Don’t bother seeking me out again. I will never divorce Sebastian. Not now, not ever.”
“What do you possibly gain from this? He doesn’t love you.”
“I gain the satisfaction of knowing you’ll never be Mrs Laurent, no matter how desperate you are to become her.” I smiled triumphantly.
Genevieve’s eyes flashed. Suddenly, she grabbed the glass of water from the table and threw it in her own face. I stared. Had she completely lost her mind? I’d expected her to throw it at me.
“What is wrong with you?”No sooner had the words left my mouth than Sebastian arrived.
It clicked then. Genevieve must have seen him coming.
“Sebastian! Your wife… she warned me to stay away from you. She told me to leave you alone, and when I refused, she threw water in my face! Thank god it was only tepid, or I might have been scarred!” Genevieve clutched at his arm.
Her hair was soaked, wet strands clinging to her cheeks. She looked genuinely pitiful, and with that wounded act she was putting on, anyone who didn’t know better would have believed her.
Sebastian’s eyes found mine.
I stared back, defiant and silent.
Neither of us spoke.
I wasn’t going to say a word. I wanted to see how he would handle this.
“Sebastian… I just… I never thought she’d be so aggressive. To do it here, in public… I…” Her voice wavered, and her eyes welled up with tears. She looked utterly pathetic.
Sebastian’s brow furrowed. He reached over and picked up the glass of water in front of me. I watched him, my own expression tight.
Did he believe her?
What was he going to do?
Get revenge for her?
“You threw this at her?” Sebastian held the glass, his voice cold as he glanced at Genevieve’s damp state and then back at me.
“I-“I began, but he cut me off.
“I didn’t see how you did it. Here, show me. Do it again.”My eyes widened in utter disbelief. Was he serious?
Genevieve’s face paled with panic.
“Sebastian!”
“Well?” He pressed the glass into my hand.
“Fine. If you insist.” If that’s what he wanted, why wouldn’t I?
I took the glass and threw the water straight into Genevieve’s face.
“There. You wanted to tattle to Sebastian, didn’t you? Well, now I’ve given you something real to complain about. Go on, tell him.”
“I… You…” Genevieve was shaking with anger, speechless. Then she turned a pitiful gaze toward Sebastian.
“Seb, look… your wife, she’s bullying me, she-“
“So what if she did? If she feels you deserve it, that’s all the reason I need. Shall I pour the next glass myself, or are you done making a spectacle?”He took my hand and pulled me away.
“Hey, let go of me!” I wasn’t about to be placated so easily.
What happened before wasn’t something a few words could smooth over.
I wrenched my hand free.
“You’re mad?”
“What was your first clue?” I scoffed.
Sebastian frowned, his eyes searching mine.
“If something’s bothering you, you can talk to me about it.”
“Nothing’s bothering me. I just wish you’d handle your… admirers yourself. Keep them away from me.” I spat the words out, then turned to leave.
Sebastian caught up with me, and tried to take my hand again.