Chapter 35
“Myra, don’t you think it’s strange? When Elsie was having an affair with Director Chase, she could get anything she wanted in the Chase Group. Now, not only has she been demoted to an assistant, but I’ve even seen the director scolding her for minor mistakes. Could it be that Director Chase found out about her trying to seduce Director Hart, and now he’s punishing her out of anger and shame?” Tilly mused.
Most men couldn’t accept being cuckolded, after all.
Myra couldn’t help but think back to the harsh words Sean had spoken to her. A sharp pain shot through her heart as she faintly replied, “Who knows?” She had noticed Elsie’s silence around the office recently, but she didn’t care. Elsie was no concern of hers.
Soon after, the Hart Group contacted them about a final meeting to revise the design drafts. The meeting was to be held in a hotel near the Sunny Bay Project, likely to tailor the discussions to the local conditions and ensure everyone could create the most reasonable plan.
The team was scheduled to check into the hotel the following day, so Myra returned home that night to pack her things. As she did, Eve remained oddly silent, her expression a mix of concern and uncertainty. Finally, she tugged on Myra’s sleeve. “Myra, I know you had a disagreement with Sean, but a husband and wife should compromise. You know Sean’s temper. He can be rash, but he’ll regret it later. Please, stop being mad at him. If you’re really moving out, I’ll be worried.”
Myra froze for a moment, realizing Eve had misunderstood the situation. She quickly reassured her, “Mom, I’m just going on a business trip for a few days.”
Eve’s face showed disbelief. “A business trip? But I don’t remember Sean mentioning anything about that.”
Myra explained, “It’s just a short trip. I’ll still be in the city, but because the meeting could last a few days, I thought it would be easier to stay closer to the hotel instead of commuting all the way to Sunny Bay.”
Though Eve seemed unconvinced, she didn’t argue further as Myra continued packing. However, as soon as Eve entered the kitchen, she made a phone call to Sean.
Myra didn’t need to bring much for her brief stay, so she only packed a few necessities and a couple of sets of clothes. After taking a bath, she noticed an unread message on her phone screen. Unlocking it, she saw a text from Sean: “Myra, we’ll talk about it when I return.”
A minute later, another text came through: “Wait for me.”
Myra stared at the words, a wave of emotion sweeping over her. Waiting had always been her greatest torment. She’d experienced it before—waiting with hope that gradually turned into despair. Sean probably didn’t even realize how ambiguous his message was, offering both hope and pain all at once.
Myra typed out the word “alright” before she could stop herself, but immediately felt a pang of regret. Was she agreeing to wait for him or simply trying to avoid confrontation?
Frustrated, she deleted the message and set her phone aside, determined to sleep. But as the night wore on and sleep eluded her, she picked up her phone again and typed “alright” once more. Half an hour passed, but no reply came. Myra finally switched off her phone, closing her eyes and attempting to rest.