The room went dead silent.

Gwendolyn took a sharp breath, finally losing control:

"I've sacrificed everything for the company. Any other guy would be grateful, why can't you see that?"

I didn't even waste my time trying to argue with her warped logic.

She kept ranting about the company's future, about how once we went public, she'd make sure I had a place. I'd heard this same speech so many times, my brain was numb. I raised my hand, cutting her off:

"No need. I'm packing up and leaving now."

It was the first time in ages anyone had interrupted her since she'd turned into this cold, calculating boss.

Her face turned beet red with anger. She glared at me for what felt like an eternity, then let out a scoffing snort.

"No need. I'll leave!" she snapped.

And with that, she stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

I didn't chase after her. Instead, I quietly went about packing my things.

The client company had already set up a luxury single room for me in their staff dormitory. I could move in whenever.

Just as I finished packing, I called the moving company.

While they were wrapping up, I happened to run into Rowan, dropping Gwendolyn off at her place.

They were holding hands, laughing, acting like nothing was wrong.

Gwendolyn had completely dropped her icy CEO facade, smiling sweetly at Rowan. The picture of a woman in love.

Rowan noticed me first, squeezing Gwendolyn's hand a little tighter.

Gwendolyn followed his gaze and saw me. When she saw me loading boxes into the van, her smile faltered. She quickly walked up to me, prepared to explain, but when she saw the van, her words died in her throat. She changed tactics, clearly scrambling for something to say.

"Where are you going so late?" she asked, playing dumb.

Are you blind?

Can't you see the "Moving Company" sign on the van?

I was about to keep loading, but she blocked my path, suddenly shoving a bundle of clothes into my arms.

I didn't react. But then she pulled the clothes back out and held them up to me, like she was showing me a new prize.

"I know you've been too busy to shop, so I picked these up for you when I was at the mall," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness.

Picked these up for me?

I wear XL. This was an M.

The receipt slipped out of the bag, paid with Gwendolyn's credit card. Price tag? Over a thousand bucks.

I wasn't an idiot. She'd probably dragged Rowan to the store with her and picked this out together.

How generous.

Just the other day, I bought a $20 shirt and asked her if it looked good. She scolded me for wasting money and lectured me for an hour about how hard it was to make money, insisting that real skills were more important than looking good.

Now, suddenly, money's no object?

I shoved my hands in my pockets and gave her a cold look.

"No thanks. As the saying goes, 'clothes make the man, saddles make the horse, and bells make the dog run faster.' Those fancy clothes? Better suited for Director Rowan."

Rowan froze for a second, then his face turned bright red with fury. Without thinking, he lunged at me.

I didn't flinch. With a quick motion, I slapped him hard, knocking him to the ground.

"Not just insulting you. I'll hit you too."

Rowan was all skin and bones. The only reason he even landed a hit earlier was because I was caught off guard. Now, I returned the slap full force.

Gwendolyn screamed, rushing to Rowan's side, wrapping her arms around him protectively.

"Felix! We can talk this through! Why did you hit him?"

"If you want to leave, then leave! Don't come back!"

She didn't need to tell me twice. I had no intention of ever coming back.

I turned, climbed into the moving van, and sped off, leaving them, and everything else, behind. My new life was waiting.