Shattered by the Alpha Stronger Than Ever novel Chapter 50

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The familiar streets, once a comforting backdrop to my daily routine, now seerned to whisper memories of our time together. As I walked towards my office building, the fifteen–minute journey felt like a journey through our past..

Every step triggered a flashback, every landmark a of our laughter, our conversations, our silences. The sidewalks, where we had shared countless moments, strolled hand in hand, and watched the sunset, now seemed to glow with a bittersweet light.

The memories came flooding back, like a whiplash, sharp and piercing, leaving me breathless and nostalgic. I felt like I was wandering through a ghost town, where every corner, every shop, held a story of our love. The city, once a vibrant and bustling metropolis, had become a museum of our memories, each exhibit a reminder of what was taken for granted.

Regardless I hauled myself out of the stupid misery and aimed my neck to focus forward.

The final stop on my list was my workplace, specifically the department responsible for organizing the wedding reception. I took a deep breath and headed to Claire’s office, the manager in charge of the arrangements

As I explained the situation to her, I was relieved to find that she was understanding and sympathetic, at least I could get fifty percent of the payment back, I’ll make sure to split it with Keith later sometime.

She listened attentively, her expression supportive, and assured me that they would take care of canceling the arrangements and notifying the caterers. Her kind professionalism made the task less stressful.

“But you have to get the refund through the boss, you know,” Claire says, and I nodded, moulding myself for the ordeal ahead.

A made my way to the Boss’s office, contemplating the encounter. As I entered, I found her seated in her throne–like chair, speaking condescendingly to someone on the phone..

Her tone was arrogant, and I could only expect the person on the other end of the call shrinking under her verbal dominance. I waited patiently, knowing that I had to speak with her to finalize the refund. As she finally ended the call, her gaze shifted to me, and I could sense a hint of annoyance at the interruption. I straightened myself for the conversation ahead, knowing that dealing with her haughty attitude was never easy.

Her expression remained stoic, devoid of any empathy or compassion. She seemed to take pleasure in my misfortune. As she processed the refund, her movements were mechanical, her voice curt and detached. It was clear that she didn’t care about the emotional turmoil I was going through, that my cancelled wedding and broken engagement meant nothing to her. Good thing she didn’t mattered to me “Since you’re not getting married or going on honeymoon anymore. Make sure to be here on Monday,” she said firmly, her voice dripping with condescension. I wanted to rip her hair out. Fucking bitch

I felt a wave of anger wash over me as I bit back a sharp retort, my hands clenched into fists to prevent them from shaking with rage. I nodded curtly, my eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and hurt, but I said nothing. I knew that reacting would only give her the satisfaction of getting under my skin.

“You’re temporarily assigned to work on behalf of Vanessa on that celebrity wedding,” she said, her voice devoid of any consideration. for my current emotional state. My eyes widened in horror as she dropped the bombshell,

I felt like I’d been punched in the gut, my mind reeling with the thought of being surrounded by wedding chaos so soon after my own, engagement had imploded.

I tried to process the assignment, but my brain was screaming in protest. How could she do this to me? Didn’t she know that being around a wedding would be like rubbing salt in my wounds? I struggled to find my voice, to express my concerns, but she just looked at me expectantly, as if daring me to refuse.

I opened my mouth to protest, to explain that I wasn’t ready to work on a wedding, but her words cut me off. “But,” I started, trying to reason with her. I had always wanted to be promoted to manager, had always hoped that my hard work and dedication would be recognized. But she had consistently passed me over, giving empty promises and assigning meaningless titles to others.

It seemed like she was doing it again, assigning me to a task that would be a painful reminder of my own failed engagement. I felt a surge of frustration and resentment, wondering why I was always being overlooked and undervalued.

“It’s about time you learn that weddings aren’t the fairytale you think, Karissa,” she said, her voice cold and detached. “It’s just a Cheptents

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waste of money, and we benefit from it.” I felt a wave of anger wash over me, and for a moment, I resisted the urge to smack her across

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