After 52 Broken Promises, I Finally Let Go novel Chapter 2

In the end, it was my parents who stayed behind to comfort me.

"Why don't you come back to Pemberly with us?" It wasn't the first time they'd made the offer.

I sank into the chair, meeting their hopeful gazes.

They were the founders of Pemberly's most prestigious law firm, and it was their influence that led me to pursue a career in law.

I was originally meant to train at their firm after graduation. But everything changed when I met Damien during my graduate studies. I decided to follow him to Aberton instead.

Damien came from a rural background and harbored resentment toward those born into privilege. Aware of this, I chose not to reveal my own privileged upbringing.

For five years, he believed I was just another person who'd clawed their way up from the countryside.

During those years, I advanced from a junior lawyer to a trusted and respected attorney. For three consecutive years, Damien and I earned the firm's top bonuses, and we became known as the company's most formidable power couple.

Things were finally starting to look up, and I often believed that Damien wouldn't mind if I finally told him the truth. But the right moment never came.

Now, looking back, I couldn't help but let out a sigh. I no longer needed to tell him.

"…Alright," I murmured at last. "I'll come back home."

My parents' eyes lit up as they clasped my hands tightly. "That's the spirit. We'll book your flight right away. We won't let you stay here and keep getting hurt."

After helping them settle in, I headed back to my place. The house was just as silent and empty as ever.

I quickly cooked a batch of boxed mac and cheese and launched my Instagram app, only to see a post from Astrid. She was wearing a tight athletic outfit, posing playfully with Damien.

"I tricked Mr. Thornwell out of his wedding just so he'd play tennis with me. He was a bit annoyed at first, but once I mentioned dinner at my place afterward, he brightened right up!"

I felt a pang of disgust. Damien wouldn't be coming home that night, just like every night before.

Fortunately, we never legally tied the knot. So I no longer had to sacrifice my own happiness.

The next morning, I walked into the firm with my suitcase in tow, ready to hand over my resignation. Because of my strong performance, my supervisor, Hilda McCarthy, immediately tried to convince me to stay. We were still in the midst of a discussion when Damien appeared, carrying a stack of papers.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of the love marks on his neck and noticed the sweet scent of peaches lingering around him. It didn't take much to guess what kind of night he'd had.

Damien always hated it when I left kiss marks on him, saying it could cause problems at work. So even during our most intimate moments, I held myself back, clutching the bedsheets instead.

It turned out he didn't mind a hickey, just as long as it wasn't from me.

As soon as he walked in, Hilda let out a weary sigh. "Perfect timing. Can you talk some sense into your girlfriend? She's thinking of quitting. Did you two have a fight?"

"It has nothing to do with him."

"You're resigning?"

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