just a game?”
Jason was nervous. “It was an act.” He
nudged Brittany.
Brittany understood. “It was an act. I stayed
in the guest room. If you can’t stand me, I’ll leave.”
She challenged me. She’d sent me videos, bragging about Jason’s care, making
breakfast every day. Jason posted a cooking picture, “Cooking for my loved one.”
I was not his loved one. I always did the housework; he never helped.
I shook my head. “No need. You’re his wife;
it’s appropriate for you to stay.”
Brittany raised an eyebrow. “I apologized, and
vours still on arrogant? And you
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you’re still so arrogant? And you, having been
married to him, don’t even believe him?”
I said coldly, “I didn’t fake amnesia and bring
a man home. Let’s just end it amicably.”
Jason looked at me disappointedly, tears in
his eyes. “Eleanor, you weren’t like this
before.”
Didn’t he understand? My past compliance
was because I loved him. Now I didn’t.
I walked towards the banquet hall, ignoring
them.
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I helped my friend at the wedding. She didn’t
ask about what happened.
Later, I checked my phone. The company’s
problems were all over the news.
Jason was frantic, trying to appease the
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client and shareholders.
He messaged asking for help, but I kept
refusing.
He got furious. “Eleanor Evans, I’m giving you
face! Don’t be ungrateful!!!
I blocked him.
Things escalated. The company’s stock plummeted. Shareholders panicked.
At my hotel, Jason, with gifts, and company executives came to beg me.
“Eleanor, couples fight. Jason knows he’s
wrong. Forgive him. The company needs you. You don’t want to see your company fail, do you?”
Seeing old friends begging, I asked, “You know Jason faked amnesia?”
Everyone was silent. Their eyes showed not
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surprise but regret.
I laughed. Jason betrayed me, and my
colleagues and friends covered for him.
They’re only begging me because the
