“Of course. You’re a good friend.”
“Then let’s stay good friends.”
Ethan didn’t give up. He found my new building, waiting downstairs every day, trying to guilt me. I ignored him.
A week later, he stood there with a knife to his wrist. “Chloe, I can’t live without you. If you can’t forgive me, there’s no point.”
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I wanted to laugh. “Then do it.”
He frowned, searching my face for any flicker of concern. Nothing. I glanced at my watch. I was late for work. His time was running out.
“Ethan, if you’re going to do it, do it.”
Frustrated by my indifference, he threw the knife down. “Chloe, I’m doing this for you!
What more do you want?”
“You said you wanted to die,” I pointed out.
His face darkened. “You’re heartless!”
I smirked. “I have a heart. You just don’t
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deserve it. You’re nothing without your
daddy’s money. Live or die, I don’t care. You
could die right here, and I wouldn’t bat an
eye.”
Ethan’s eyes blazed. “You’ll regret this,
Chloe.”
I threw my purse at him. “Regret this,
asshole!” He finally left, defeated. He didn’t
come back. Even his pathetic suicide attempt
hadn’t worked.
A year later, I was promoted to manager, bought a car. Jason celebrated with me. “A
car today, a house in a few years, I bet.”
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I grinned. “Hey, a girl can dream.”
Jason and I were great partners, best friends.
I recently learned his family owned the
company. Unlike Ethan, he was humble, hardworking. I hoped he found love. I was
happy shining in my own career.
I heard Ethan’s father died, leaving him in
charge of Lawson Corp. Used to a life of
leisure, Ethan was clueless about business.
The company tanked. He was drowning in
debt, working three jobs to survive.
One day, I saw him scavenging for cardboard
boxes by a dumpster, looking like a homeless
man. Another homeless guy tried to steal his
One day, I saw him scavenging for cardboard
boxes by a dumpster, looking like a homeless
man. Another homeless guy tried to steal his
boxes. Ethan fell into the trash, the other guy kicking him.
I smiled. Karma.
The End.
