Chapter 3

He truly had been pathetic back then.

A car accident had left him paralyzed from the waist down.

Every day, I'd clean and massage him, sometimes even handling the unavoidable mess.

His pale face would always flush crimson with shame, afraid to look up at me.

I took a deep breath, then pushed open the suite door.

Julian noticed the sudden shift in the room's atmosphere. He followed everyone's gaze, turned his head, and saw me.

I walked up to him, barely needing to look down.

The woman beside him scrambled to her feet and rushed out.

"What are you doing here?"

Julian didn't look at me again, reaching for a glass of wine.

"Julian," I said, "Let's break up."

Julian's drinking motion paused. "Don't be dramatic."

"I'm not being dramatic, and I'm not crazy." I smiled. "These past few years, watching you climb higher and higher, I've been happy for you. But my capabilities are limited. I can't walk with you any further. Julian, you deserve better."

Julian took a nonchalant sip of wine. "You heard what I just said? Are you mad?"

"You know I was just talking. You've been with me for ten years. I'll always take care of you. Now, I have things to discuss with them. You should go home."

He truly found me disgusting.

Couldn't stand to look at me for another second.

He didn't care if I'd actually heard what he said, he didn't care if I was angry.

He was certain I wouldn't leave him.

After all, my background was ordinary. His status was now incredibly high, something an ordinary person like me could never achieve in a lifetime.

I controlled my emotions. "I'll move out of the apartment by tomorrow. You don't need to give me any compensation. Let's part ways amicably."

With that, I ignored them and turned to leave.

"Mr. Thorne, aren't you going after her?"

"Cassie's really leaving!"

"Going after her for what?" Julian was smugly confident. "She's just talking. Where would she go? She just wants me to pay more attention to her. I can't bring myself to grovel and coax her now."