Eight Years of Maybe One Day of I Do—Bride Swapped Deal With It novel Chapter 72

Chapter 2

In six years, I’d barely ever used this tone with him.

When he first joined the company, I was already leading a project team. Known for being efficient. Keeping work and life separate.

Back then he’d hold me and laugh. Said everyone else only saw my professional front, but he got my softest side.

From college till now, I really had given him everything.

But somewhere along the way, he’d started taking it all for granted.

Well, if that’s how it was? I didn’t need to consider his feelings anymore.

“What? You gonna do it but not own up to it?”

I stood and faced this man I’d loved for six years.

The air went still.

Silas turned away, refusing to meet my eyes. After a long silence, he finally spoke.

“Next month, I might get headquarters.”

I raised an eyebrow. Set down my glass. “What does that have to do with you cheating?”

Silas frowned, clearly hating my word choice. “Cheating? Reagan, headquarters only gives out one promotion every three years.”

“Do you know how much work it took to get in with Cora?”

“Can you just be reasonable and think about what I’m dealing with?”

What a load of total bullshit.

He wanted to ride Cora’s coattails-use her uncle the board member to launch himself to the top. But didn’t want to be called a cheater.

Still playing innocent.

“Then go ahead. Ride your girl straight to the top.” I smiled slightly. “Good luck with your career, Silas.”

“Reagan, you-!”

His face flushed. But when he saw my expression-completely unshakeable-he froze.

There wasn’t a trace of hurt on my face. I looked as calm as someone taking out the trash.

I knew exactly what he was thinking.

He hated that I didn’t give a damn.

“I’ve been working my ass off getting close to her-you really don’t get why?”

ne seemed desperate to save face. Trying to get a rise out of me.

ugating me.”

Every word painted me as some paranoid partner who didn’t understand his struggle.

While he was the one sacrificing. Doing what had to be done.

Too bad-that wouldn’t work on me.

“Reasonable” wasn’t in my vocabulary.

“Controlling” though? That fit perfectly.

“Yeah, I’m controlling.”

“So controlling I can’t stand my cheating ex in the house I paid for.”

“Get out, Silas. Movers are almost here. Don’t thank me.”

There I was at 3 AM. Wind howling outside, Silas cursing me out. Finally getting my house back to peaceful.

To avoid office gossip, Silas never made us public from the start.

I used to think I understood his concerns.

Now I realized-he’d never seen me as his only option.

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