Eight Years His Girlfriend, Thirty Days His Downfall - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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After work, I slid into Callan's familiar black sports car and finally felt some of the tension leave my shoulders.
"Come on, she's just a kid who doesn't know any better. Show her the ropes, do me this one favor?"
He was putting on his best puppy-dog act.
I decided not to push it and let him off the hook.
At the restaurant, Sable was already waiting in the private dining room—hair perfectly styled, makeup on point.
The second she spotted us, she practically bounced out of her seat:
"Oh! Mr. Thorne, Rowan! I didn't want you guys sitting around starving, so I took the liberty of ordering. I hope that's okay?"
I shot Callan a look, but he was already making a beeline for the seat right next to Sable.
"Sable was worried you were still pissed at her, so she wanted to make it right. Sweet, isn't she?"
Sable immediately started fussing over me, pouring sake into my cup:
"Rowan, I am so, so sorry. I totally screwed up those reports, made you look bad, and now everyone's gossiping... God, I feel terrible." She raised her glass. "I'm drinking to my screw-ups!"
She knocked it back in one go, her cheeks instantly turning this perfect shade of pink.
Callan watched her with obvious approval, then turned to me with casual curiosity:
"Wait, people are gossiping about Rowan? What kind of gossip?"
Sable pressed her lips together, looking almost shy:
"Oh, Mr. Thorne, you should probably ask Rowan herself. I don't want to... you know..."
Callan's eyes locked onto mine, clearly intrigued.
I met his gaze head-on: "Your staff have been calling me 'the old crow.'"
He didn't even flinch. Actually started cracking up:
"Come on, Sable jokes too much, you know that. You’re 32—why are you letting a kid get under your skin?"
Then he really looked at me, and this little smirk crossed his face:
"You know what? You gotta admit—it kinda fits."
I stared at this man I'd been with for eight years, and suddenly it was like looking at a total stranger.
"Callan... do you really think this is funny?"
"You honestly think it's hilarious that people are calling me 'the old crow'?"
The whole room went dead quiet.
Sable started to stand up, tears forming in her eyes:
"Mr. Thorne, I think I should go. I'm obviously making things worse. You two should talk..."
"Sable, sit your ass down!"
Callan grabbed her wrist, then turned on me with pure irritation:
"Jesus, Rowan! She's trying to apologize here. Why are you being such a bitch about this? It's a stupid nickname—why are you making it into this huge thing?"
It felt like someone had just plunged a knife straight through my chest.
I stared at his hand wrapped around Sable's wrist, and something inside me just... broke.
Eight years. Eight years of believing in us, and it all just crumbled to nothing.
"You know what? You're absolutely right."
I started laughing—actually laughing.
I picked up that cup of sake Sable had so carefully poured for me:
"This apology drink? I don't deserve it."
With that, I didn't bother looking at their horrified faces and walked out fast.
"Come on, she's just a kid who doesn't know any better. Show her the ropes, do me this one favor?"
He was putting on his best puppy-dog act.
I decided not to push it and let him off the hook.
At the restaurant, Sable was already waiting in the private dining room—hair perfectly styled, makeup on point.
The second she spotted us, she practically bounced out of her seat:
"Oh! Mr. Thorne, Rowan! I didn't want you guys sitting around starving, so I took the liberty of ordering. I hope that's okay?"
I shot Callan a look, but he was already making a beeline for the seat right next to Sable.
"Sable was worried you were still pissed at her, so she wanted to make it right. Sweet, isn't she?"
Sable immediately started fussing over me, pouring sake into my cup:
"Rowan, I am so, so sorry. I totally screwed up those reports, made you look bad, and now everyone's gossiping... God, I feel terrible." She raised her glass. "I'm drinking to my screw-ups!"
She knocked it back in one go, her cheeks instantly turning this perfect shade of pink.
Callan watched her with obvious approval, then turned to me with casual curiosity:
"Wait, people are gossiping about Rowan? What kind of gossip?"
Sable pressed her lips together, looking almost shy:
"Oh, Mr. Thorne, you should probably ask Rowan herself. I don't want to... you know..."
Callan's eyes locked onto mine, clearly intrigued.
I met his gaze head-on: "Your staff have been calling me 'the old crow.'"
He didn't even flinch. Actually started cracking up:
"Come on, Sable jokes too much, you know that. You’re 32—why are you letting a kid get under your skin?"
Then he really looked at me, and this little smirk crossed his face:
"You know what? You gotta admit—it kinda fits."
I stared at this man I'd been with for eight years, and suddenly it was like looking at a total stranger.
"Callan... do you really think this is funny?"
"You honestly think it's hilarious that people are calling me 'the old crow'?"
The whole room went dead quiet.
Sable started to stand up, tears forming in her eyes:
"Mr. Thorne, I think I should go. I'm obviously making things worse. You two should talk..."
"Sable, sit your ass down!"
Callan grabbed her wrist, then turned on me with pure irritation:
"Jesus, Rowan! She's trying to apologize here. Why are you being such a bitch about this? It's a stupid nickname—why are you making it into this huge thing?"
It felt like someone had just plunged a knife straight through my chest.
I stared at his hand wrapped around Sable's wrist, and something inside me just... broke.
Eight years. Eight years of believing in us, and it all just crumbled to nothing.
"You know what? You're absolutely right."
I started laughing—actually laughing.
I picked up that cup of sake Sable had so carefully poured for me:
"This apology drink? I don't deserve it."
With that, I didn't bother looking at their horrified faces and walked out fast.
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