Chapter 2

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"Who do you think I work so hard for every single day?"

"And this is the attitude I get from you?"

Chloe recklessly pointed fingers at me.

But my mind kept flashing back to the man she filmed that intimate commercial with today.

I blurted out, "You know damn well who you're working for."

That simple sentence seemed to strike a massive nerve.

Chloe instantly blew up, pointing right at my nose as she cursed.

"Are you sick in the head, Connor? Is that all you ever think about?"

"This is my job! Do you even understand what a job is?"

"You sit at home all day doing nothing, so of course you don't know how hard I work."

"I must have been blind to stay with a useless, paranoid loser like you!"

Chloe threw a massive tantrum, smashing every single thing she could get her hands on.

Finally, she slammed the door and left, and I didn't care where she went.

An hour later, I checked her location and saw she was at a very familiar spot.

It was the bar right below the apartment of the male model she filmed the commercial with.

Even though I was already utterly disappointed in Chloe, I still felt like I had been plunged into an ice bath.

Looking at the absolute mess in the bedroom, I didn't have the energy to clean it up.

I just took out my phone and texted her two words.

【We're done.】

I waited from deep in the night until dawn, but Chloe showed no sign of replying.

It wasn't until the next morning, after a sleepless night with bloodshot eyes, that I saw her dismissive text.

【I admit I went a little too far with my words last night, but you were wrong too.】

【I work so hard, couldn't you just be a little more understanding?】

【I'm already downstairs, let's go get some breakfast together.】

In the past, I wouldn't have even waited for Chloe to offer an olive branch.

Even if she gave me the cold shoulder and ignored me completely, I would have stayed by her side 24/7.

But now, none of that was necessary.

Ever since I found out her kidnapping and her fear of men was a total scam, everything lost its meaning.

I simply packed my luggage and headed downstairs.

Chloe was starting to look impatient.

Seeing the suitcase I was dragging, she immediately started complaining.

"Why are you dragging a suitcase around?"

Then her pupils widened, and she defensively questioned me.

"Did you look at my phone?"

When I didn't answer, she instantly became furious.

"Connor! How many times have I told you not to touch my personal belongings?"

But she forgot that ever since that fake kidnapping, I rarely even got close to her, let alone her phone.

Seeing that I remained completely unmoved and even walked right past her to hail a cab, Chloe finally realized something was wrong.

She blocked my path and asked.

"Where are you going?"