When Dorothea turned to look at Albert, you could see all the impatience in her eyes.
“Is there anything left for us to talk about?”
Albert’s throat felt tight and bitter. “Dorothea, we’re not enemies.”
They really weren’t. There was a time when they used to be inseparable, totally wrapped up in each other.
But he had never given that love the dignity of a real label.
Dorothea looked at him, calm and unbothered. “No, we’re not enemies. But we're not friends either. We’re just strangers who happen to know each other’s names.”
Her words hit Albert right where it hurt the most.
Albert blinked and tried to smile, but it came out crooked. “I don’t have anything else to say. I just heard you’re pregnant and… I wanted to say congratulations. I’m moving abroad soon. Might not ever come back. This could be the last time we see each other.”
He let himself look at her, really look, for what would probably be the last time.
He wanted to remember the girl he’d once completely messed things up with, hoping she’d always have that happiness on her face, even if it wasn’t because of him.
Dorothea didn’t feel anything at all. She didn’t even get why Albert was getting so nostalgic.
Wasn’t he the one who ended everything, all on his own?
“Okay. Thanks. Got it.”
Her flat tone left Albert stuck, nothing left to say.
He knew there was nothing left between them. She didn’t care about him, not even a little. Not even enough for a lie.
“If your husband ever gives you trouble, you can call me,” he offered, grasping at one last thread.
A tiny, mocking smile tugged at Dorothea’s lips. “I really doubt my husband would ever give you that chance. Besides, I’d never call you anyway. I’m heading out.”
Dorothea turned and walked away, not bothering with a goodbye.
Albert just stood there, frozen for a long time before finally managing a weak smile.
Time to go.
The man looked out the window, fixated on Dorothea in the distance. He wasn’t going to wait any longer. He started the engine and tore out of the parking lot.
When Dorothea finally walked out of the lobby, there was no sign of Latham.
She reached for her phone to call him, only to realize his jacket was draped on her shoulders and his phone was still in the pocket.
She frowned and tried calling Aldin instead, but there was no answer.
Normally, Latham would still be waiting for her in the car. What, did he just leave? Got jealous just because she spoke to Albert for a couple minutes and took off without her?
That just wasn’t like him.
She waited half an hour. Still no sign of him anywhere. She went up to ask the security guards, who all agreed Latham had left a while ago.
Dorothea felt a wave of irritation. She couldn’t believe he’d ditched her here, especially while she was pregnant.
She raised a hand, flagged down a taxi, and headed back to the Stephens Estate alone.

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