Protect His Secretary, Abandon His Wife - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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"I sent my driver to pick you up for the police station, only to find the door was locked from the outside." His voice rose in frustration. "Did you go alone?"
The irony wasn't lost on me—he'd been too busy attending a music concert with his secretary to come himself, yet now he pretended to care. A bitter smile touched my lips before I responded.
"It doesn't matter anymore. The FIR's been filed. You can call your driver back."
I ended the call and headed home, the lingering fear of nearly being kidnapped still coiled tight in my chest. I forced myself to stay calm, but one thought wouldn't leave me: If I hadn't escaped… would he have even noticed I was gone?
Later that night, David strolled in, still humming the concert singer's tune.
He barely glanced my way, eyes glued to his phone—probably texting Cinthia. The rich scent of his cologne clung to him, a stark contrast to my own disheveled state. I sat on the couch, eyes red-rimmed, face pale. He didn't see any of it.
"Did you eat?" he asked curtly, pouring himself a glass of water.
I looked up at his carefree expression. "I'm not hungry."
His gaze flickered over me briefly before returning to his screen. "You need to eat. You're too thin," he said, voice distant.
I nodded mechanically and moved to bed. My detachment finally gave him pause.
"Is everything okay?" he asked, though his tone suggested he didn't really care.
"No," I said flatly. "But don't trouble yourself over me."
The next morning, I sat alone at the dining table, sipping coffee while staring blankly out the window. David's footsteps broke the silence. His eyes scanned the table, lingering on the empty space where his breakfast should have been.
"Where's mine?" he asked, irritation sharp in his voice.
I turned to him, expression blank. "I didn't make you any."
His eyes narrowed. "You know I need breakfast before work," he said coldly.
"I forgot," I lied.
Just then, his phone rang. His face darkened as he listened. "Don't go anywhere alone, okay?" he said into the phone, concern etching his features.
Curiosity got the better of me. "What's wrong?"
David's jaw tightened. "Cinthia. Someone stalked her all the way home last night."
My stomach dropped. The memory of my own ordeal rushed back, but David didn't notice—too busy pacing, consumed by thoughts of her safety.
"I'll handle it," he muttered. "She needs protection."
I watched him, heart sinking. He hadn't even asked if I was okay after what happened to me.
Why does she always come first?
The loneliness ached. I was tired of being invisible.
Steeling myself, I walked over. "David."
He turned, anger still flashing in his eyes. "What?"
I swallowed hard. "Can we go to the office together? I… don't feel safe today."
He stared at me, distant, calculating. Then his expression shifted—something darker.
"Rosaline." My name sounded like an accusation. "Are you behind this? Did you send someone to scare Cinthia?"
The irony wasn't lost on me—he'd been too busy attending a music concert with his secretary to come himself, yet now he pretended to care. A bitter smile touched my lips before I responded.
"It doesn't matter anymore. The FIR's been filed. You can call your driver back."
I ended the call and headed home, the lingering fear of nearly being kidnapped still coiled tight in my chest. I forced myself to stay calm, but one thought wouldn't leave me: If I hadn't escaped… would he have even noticed I was gone?
Later that night, David strolled in, still humming the concert singer's tune.
He barely glanced my way, eyes glued to his phone—probably texting Cinthia. The rich scent of his cologne clung to him, a stark contrast to my own disheveled state. I sat on the couch, eyes red-rimmed, face pale. He didn't see any of it.
"Did you eat?" he asked curtly, pouring himself a glass of water.
I looked up at his carefree expression. "I'm not hungry."
His gaze flickered over me briefly before returning to his screen. "You need to eat. You're too thin," he said, voice distant.
I nodded mechanically and moved to bed. My detachment finally gave him pause.
"Is everything okay?" he asked, though his tone suggested he didn't really care.
"No," I said flatly. "But don't trouble yourself over me."
The next morning, I sat alone at the dining table, sipping coffee while staring blankly out the window. David's footsteps broke the silence. His eyes scanned the table, lingering on the empty space where his breakfast should have been.
"Where's mine?" he asked, irritation sharp in his voice.
I turned to him, expression blank. "I didn't make you any."
His eyes narrowed. "You know I need breakfast before work," he said coldly.
"I forgot," I lied.
Just then, his phone rang. His face darkened as he listened. "Don't go anywhere alone, okay?" he said into the phone, concern etching his features.
Curiosity got the better of me. "What's wrong?"
David's jaw tightened. "Cinthia. Someone stalked her all the way home last night."
My stomach dropped. The memory of my own ordeal rushed back, but David didn't notice—too busy pacing, consumed by thoughts of her safety.
"I'll handle it," he muttered. "She needs protection."
I watched him, heart sinking. He hadn't even asked if I was okay after what happened to me.
Why does she always come first?
The loneliness ached. I was tired of being invisible.
Steeling myself, I walked over. "David."
He turned, anger still flashing in his eyes. "What?"
I swallowed hard. "Can we go to the office together? I… don't feel safe today."
He stared at me, distant, calculating. Then his expression shifted—something darker.
"Rosaline." My name sounded like an accusation. "Are you behind this? Did you send someone to scare Cinthia?"
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