He Thought I Was Being Good, I Was Just Getting Ready to leave Chapter 03

He Thought I Was Being Good, I Was Just Getting Ready to leave Chapter 03

The room fell silent.

I couldn’t help but look up at Harrison. He was studying me, trying to figure out if I was serious.

Then, suddenly, he let out a soft laugh.

“Breaking up?” He bent down to look at me, his dark eyes reflecting two tiny versions of me.

“Ella,” he said with a soft tsk, as if trying to remember something. “How old were you when we first met? Nineteen? Twenty?”

He shook his head. “I don’t really remember. Anyway, back then, you didn’t have much going for you except that you were obedient, with thick bangs and black glasses that took up half your face.”

“I asked if you wanted to give it a try.” He straightened up and adjusted his cuff. “You blushed and nodded. Didn’t hesitate at all.”

“I even told you, I’m a jerk. I don’t force anyone to stay with me, and nobody gets to force me to be monogamous.”

He looked at me with something almost like pity and sighed. “And what did you say? You said you were willing.”

“Now you’re threatening me with a breakup.” He wiped the tears off my face, genuinely confused. “Don’t you think that’s a little unfair?”

“Okay, stop crying. You’ve been handling this pretty well all these years. This time, it was my fault. Next time, I’ll make sure you don’t have to see it.”

He gripped my shoulders, turned me around, and rested his chin on my shoulder from behind.

In front of us was a massive floor-to-ceiling mirror. It reflected his utter confidence, and my tear-streaked face.

“You know how old that woman was? Twenty. And if I remember right, you’re twenty-six now.”

His voice was casual. “Instead of threatening to break up just to keep me around, why don’t you focus on some beauty treatments and fitness?”

“After all, we’ve always been the most compatible. Everyone else is just temporary. You don’t need to take them seriously.”

He’d always been this way, cruel, but with a beautiful face that hid it all. Even words like these came out of his mouth sounding almost romantic.

I had no strength left to fight or argue. I stood there like a puppet on a string in Harrison’s hands.

I pulled back slightly, but my voice stayed firm. “Harrison, we’re done.”

He just smiled, unfazed. “Sure, I hear you. You go ahead and break up with me.”

He glanced at his watch, grabbed his jacket, and kissed me quickly. “Be a good girl and check out the room, okay? I have a meeting.”

“I’ll have this season’s new bags and shoes sent to your place.”

“As for the rest… I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

Maybe it was because the word “breakup” had come up between us so many times before that it had lost any real meaning.

In the beginning, Harrison was the one who used to bring it up.

He knew better than I did how powerful that word could be.

“Ella, if you can’t handle it, leave.”

“You know I hate seeing you upset.”

It didn’t take much to win me over. He’d flash that smile and smooth things over in no time.

Then we’d just move on.

But this time, I told myself: don’t be weak. Don’t back down.

Besides, breaking up doesn’t need the other person’s agreement.