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After graduation, I hooked up with Jasper Vanderbilt one last time before we broke up. Afterwards, he casually handed me a fag and quipped, “When I get married someday, I’m not picking a woman who fags after intimacy.” My throat tightened. I asked him why. He looked at me, cool and detached. “Chloe, I like them innocent.” I stayed silent for a long time, then cut all ties with him. Years later, we crossed paths again—he was my new boss. To avoid the awkwardness, I submitted my resignation right away. But he cornered me in his office. “It’s been five years,” he said, his voice low. “One more time?” I lowered my gaze. “No. I have to pick up my daughter from school.” The room fell silent. Jasper froze. When I tried to stand up from his lap, his arms locked around me, holding me in place. The heat in his eyes faded, and his usual composure cracked slightly. He gritted his teeth. “How old is she?” I paused, then answered softly, “Three.” Three, not four. And we had broken up five years ago. This child wasn’t his. Jasper clearly understood that. I tried to stand again. This time, the arm around my waist let go. As I reached the door, he spoke again, suspicion lacing his voice. “Your employee file says you’re single.” I steadied myself and turned back calmly. “I just got married recently.” “Just married, and your daughter is already three?” I nodded, keeping my expression even. “Yes. We had her before tying the knot.” Jasper didn’t reply. His sharp eyes drifted to the cheap wedding band on my finger, and he let out a dismissive laugh. I didn’t feel embarrassed. I held my hand up, almost shoving the ring in his face. Then, sensing his rising anger, I made a quick escape. That evening at home, I let out a long sigh of relief. Sometimes, a lie is the simplest way to avoid trouble. The ring was a two-d0ll@r trinket I’d bought from a bargain store—cheap, but it did the trick. I figured it would erase any lingering feelings Jasper might still have for me. Sure enough, my resigna
