As Stephanie walked away, she saw Vivian running toward them from the far end of the hallway.
Vivian threw herself into Quennel’s arms, wrapping her own around his waist. “Darling…”
Stephanie couldn't hear the rest of what was said, but the elevator doors were made of glass. Through them, she saw Vivian stand on her tiptoes, as if asking Quennel for a kiss.
Quennel didn't push her away.
A mocking smile touched Stephanie’s lips. Just a few days ago he was caught up with Victoria, and now he had a new flame already.
She was just now realizing that Quennel really wasn’t picky at all.
Perhaps this was his true nature all along, and for the past twenty-odd years, he’d simply been held back by the constraints of their engagement.
But to be with someone like Vivian, knowing the bitter history between them… it felt like he was doing it just to disgust her.
And it was quite the coincidence that the two women he’d chosen, one after the other, both had such deep ties to her.
So much for being childhood sweethearts. Stephanie had nothing left to say.
Then again, since she and Quennel were done, he was free to date whomever he pleased.
Stephanie took a cab home, only to find the house empty. Jonathan wasn't back yet.
On the bed, there was an extra pillow she had placed there for him.
Stephanie lay down, but she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
She found herself staring at the empty pillow beside her.
Jonathan had a certain energy about him, a calming presence that Stephanie found herself craving whenever she felt down.
She tried calling him, but the call didn't go through. Next, she dialed Steven. “Is your boss still working late?”
“Ma’am, the boss didn't come into the office today.”
Stephanie paused. Jonathan’s schedule was planned at least two weeks in advance. What could make him miss a day of work?

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