Eight Years of Maybe One Day of I Do—Bride Swapped Deal With It novel Chapter 74

Chapter 4

He looked so pleased with himself. Like he was doing me this huge favor.

Watching him felt like watching a circus act.

Made zero sense.

Get me in? The second his plane landed overseas, I’d get a breakup text.

“Next time, put a keypad on my door. I’m done with random people barging in.”

After instructing my assistant, I finally looked up at Silas. “Put up with it?”

“You want me to stick around so I can tell everyone what a cheater you are?”

“I told you, I didn’t cheat!”

I’d noticed-whenever I said “cheat,” his reaction got huge.

If he’d just been honest and admitted he was ditching me to climb up, I’d at least respect that.

This denial just made me sick.

“Didn’t cheat. But you and Cora got hotel rooms dozens of times the past six months. Last week overseas you were looking at houses together.”

I smiled coldly. “Silas, you really think you can fool me?”

His face turned ugly fast.

He hadn’t expected me to know this much. Dig this deep.

“Reagan, if this is how you want to end it, fine. Can’t stop you.”

His tone suddenly shifted. Threatening now:

“I did approach Cora with motives at first. But spending time with her? She’s honestly so much better than you.”

“The way you’re acting just makes me want to stop pretending and make it real with her. And you…”

He looked smug. “Next time you come to headquarters, you’ll be knocking on MY door.”

“You’re gonna regret this.”

I watched him leave and smiled.

After New Year’s, headquarters finally sent invitations to both VPs. Fly overseas for a going-away party for the soon-to-be-transferred Tech Director.

They called it a going-away party, but everyone knew-once it was over, the successor would be set in stone.

When I walked into the venue, Silas had Cora on his arm, working the room like he owned it. All smiles and smooth talk.

Meanwhile, the other VP candidate-Thea Blake from Tech-stood off to the side. Barely anyone around her. She looked totally alone.

16:02

Silas finally spotted me. His grip tightened on his glass.

I worked the room a bit, made some small talk with executives, completely ignoring his demand for answers.

A few days ago, right before my flight, he’d sent me a message.

Something about how he was heading overseas, we’d never see each other again, and I should just move on.

He really thought I was booking that ticket just for show.

Cora’s face looked rough too.

But she whispered something to Silas, and soon enough his frown smoothed out. Back to looking smug as hell.

Dinner started.

My position ranked higher than Silas’s, so naturally I sat closer to the head of the table.

After a few rounds of drinks, the soon-to-be-transferred director finally brought it up.

Smiled and asked, “So, have we decided who’s getting promoted to headquarters this year?”

“Are they replacing me, or are we picking from within and promoting someone else from another department?”

Silas froze mid-motion.

A weird feeling suddenly hit him.

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