Chapter 4

I gasped for air, my heart spasmed violently.

Damian knew I had a heart condition and that heatstroke could be fatal, yet he deliberately locked me in a 104-degree Fahrenheit (40-degree Celsius) warehouse.

My clothes were drenched in sweat, and I was so weak I was on the verge of collapsing.

I don't know how long passed before the warehouse door finally opened.

Damian walked in, his expression neutral. He removed the tape from my mouth and untied me:

“Seraphina, don't let it happen again.”

I frowned, confused, then saw Chloe leaning against the door, watching me with a taunting smirk:

“Seraphina dear, I accept your apology.”

I clutched my chest, my voice, dry and frail, was like a ghost's whisper:

“What apology?”

As the rope fell to the floor, my body went limp, and I collapsed into Damian's arms. His voice softened:

“I’ll take you back.”

My whole body tensed. I used all my strength to slap Damian across the face:

“Let go of me!”

Damian’s icy gaze pierced me. Seeing my pale face, he clenched his fists and stormed out in a fit of pique.

Full of confusion, I leaned against the wall and walked out of the warehouse, only to find all my colleagues looking at me with strange, contemptuous eyes.

Some even spat at me with righteous indignation.

Moments later, my phone vibrated incessantly. The entire company WhatsApp group was buzzing about the 'confession letter' I supposedly wrote:

“I was wrong. I apologize to Ms. Chloe Summers. My suspicion, jealousy, and shamelessness have hurt her…”

My fists clenched tight. Damian had forged my confession letter, painting me as a shameless, vile wretch!

In the past, I would have gone ballistic and confronted Damian.

But now I was tired. Nothing mattered more than getting divorced.

Ignoring my belongings, I grabbed my bag and left.

At the exit, Chloe blocked my way:

“Seraphina dear, you're so pathetic!”