Eight Years of Maybe One Day of I Do—Bride Swapped Deal With It novel Chapter 73

Chapter 3

In all my years, I’d never heard “announcement gifts” before.

The way she was acting, you’d think they were getting married tomorrow.

Fucking ridiculous.

“Oh. Take it then.”

1 gestured with my chin, then sat back at my computer.

She looked stunned. Like her little power move had completely flopped.

“I know you’re Silas’s ‘ex.””

She emphasized that last word. “But he’s mine now. So Ms. Brennan, keep your distance. Don’t try taking what’s not yours.”

So young. So clueless.

I stared at this kid and mentally shook my head.

“Miss Ashford, did you know he was still with me when he asked you out?”

Cora’s face went white.

That told me everything. She’d known.

“So you think I’d fight over a guy who cheated?”

I shook my head. “I have better taste.”

Cora’s expression soured.

Before she could say anything, I cut her off. “Though honestly, you’re not much better. Barging in without knocking shows terrible manners. Zero workplace etiquette.”

“How did we even hire you?”

“Emma, show her out.”

Cora seemed to run out in tears.

I couldn’t be bothered.

But, my friend Marin Shaw-head of Tech-pulled me aside. Hesitantly bringing up the promotion.

Actually, Tech had two VPs besides Silas.

A female VP just as qualified, really hoping for headquarters.

“I figured they’d compete, but Silas is parading around with Cora now. Must have everything lined up.”

“Watching him gloat makes me sick.”

She made a face. “Reagan, you’ve been here seven years. Seniority wise…”

Marin knew about my breakup. Clearly understood what Cora’s connections meant for him.

She was pissed off for me.

“It’s fine. Headquarters will make the right call.”

I flipped through files, completely calm. “That’s not my path anyway. No conflict.”

I chatted with her a bit, then dove back into work. Casually scrolling past Silas’s social media.

Everyone in Tech got a gift. Supposedly witnessing his big “finally got the girl” moment.

Hard to say what people really thought.

But after taking his gifts, they dutifully liked and congratulated.

Meanwhile, friends who knew the truth were messaging me. Shocked. Asking what happened.

I sent quick replies, then near end of day called my assistant. Asked her to book me a flight.

The second I finished, Silas barged in-just like door-ignoring Cora-and demanded:

“Why are you booking that flight? You going to headquarters?”

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