My colleagues were whispering amongst themselves, clearly taken with how well Owen and Vanessa seemed to go together, both strikingly attractive.
Their eyes slid over to me, silently comparing me to Vanessa. It didn’t take long for them to decide that Vanessa was the prettier one. The comments I overheard stung a little, but mostly, I felt a sense of relief.
When everyone noticed how close Owen and Vanessa were, they pretended to be busy, but their eyes kept darting toward the three of us.
Everyone at the company knew Owen and I were engaged, and I was madly in love with him. But now, he was standing by Vanessa without a second thought for me.
My colleagues gave me pitying looks, their expressions saying they’d already imagined me sobbing, clinging to Owen, begging him not to leave. Those closest to me kept casting worried glances my way.
I quietly packed up my things.
Owen shot me an irritated look, snapping, “What’s with the sour face? What are you doing?”
I gave a calm smile and pointed to my stuff. “I’ve resigned. I’m just packing up. Don’t worry. I won’t stand in your way or upset Vanessa.”
Vanessa sauntered over. She placed a mango cake before me, her smile as sweet as it could be.
