Chapter 12 Transfer
Shane chuckled, raising an eyebrow as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Of course–it’s time for our little Sarah to grow on her own. Consider it training for being the future lady boss.”
Lady oss?
Sarah looked straight into his smiling, gentle eyes.
If it were before, she might’ve believed him.
But she was no longer the naive girl she once was.
It was for Nora, wasn’t it?
“And?” Her voice was calm, eyes clear as glass.
Shane’s expression shifted slightly. His smile stayed, but his tone softened: “And there’s Nora. Her health hasn’t been great. She’s in your old position now. You’re capable enough, Sarah–so I thought this would be a good time to give you some peace and space at the branch office. How about that?”
He reached out to touch her face again, but Sarah turned away.
She lowered her gaze and suddenly said, “Alright.”
She had poured three years of her life into this–for Shane.
Now, she didn’t want him anymore.
It didn’t matter where she went.
If Nora wanted her hard work and position–she could have it.
Sarah had built it from the ground up. Whether Nora could keep it was another story entirely.
Shane’s smile faltered for a second, caught off guard by her quick agreement.
iHe looked at her and murmured, “Sarah, you’ve really been so sensible these past few days.”
She wasn’t being sensible.
She was just… done.
As Sarah turned to leave, she paused and asked, “Did it ever cross your mind to send Nora to the branch instead?”
Shane stiffened slightly, his brows knitting together.
After a brief silence, he gave a helpless smile. “It’s not that I don’t want to. But she just got here–she doesn’t understand our projects yet. I need to personally guide her a bit. You, on the other hand–you can handle anything, even without me.”
A well–packaged excuse. But Sarah understood the real meaning behind it perfectly.
Is that truly what you believe?” she asked softly.
Shane reached out and ruffled her hair. “Of course. I don’t want to be separated from you
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But Sarah only let out a quiet laugh.
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His affection–or lack thereof–was always clearest in his choices.
And in every choice, she had lost. Completely.
She didn’t say another word.
After leaving the study, Sarah booked a hotel room and spent the night away.
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She could endure how Shane treated her, but she couldn’t stomach watching the man she once loved treat another woman with such tender care.
Out of sight, out of mind.
She had no interest in being the witness to their romance.
Still, she spent the night out—and Shane didn’t even call once.
The next day, she returned to the office to pack up her things.
In the break room, she ran into Nora.
“I heard you’re being transferred to the branch,” Nora said with a smile.
Sarah hadn’t expected her to find out so quickly.
Seeing the subtle triumph in her eyes, Sarah understood everything at once.
“I’m here to pack,” she replied indifferently.
Nora scoffed lightly. “Then don’t forget to pack your things at home, too.”
“What do you mean?”
“Shane didn’t tell you? He asked you to move out.”
Sarah’s lashes quivered.
Move out?
Shane had never mentioned it.
So he wasn’t just sending her away from the company–he was kicking her out of the house too.
Not that it mattered
She’d planned to leave soon anyway.
But as she caught the smug glint in Nora’s eyes, a cold clarity settled over her.
So what?” she said flatly. “The way you’ve schemed to take my place–it’s laughable. These things only had value because I cared. But now? Take them. They mean nothing to me.”
The house she’d lived in for three years could have a new owner. The position she’d fought for could be given to someone else.
It looked like Nora had won.
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But from the moment Sarah chose to walk away, none of it mattered anymore.
Not even Shane.
The most pathetic thing in the world is clawing for something that someone else sees as worthless.
Sarah didn’t bother arguing.
She packed up quickly and went home.
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She’d planned to wait until just before the wedding to leave, but since Shane had brought it up–today was as good as any.
Back at home, she pulled out her suitcase again and quietly began to pack.
Until a familiar male voice interrupted her: “Sarah?”
She looked up to see Shane leaning lazily against the doorframe, tall and refined, his fox–like eyes curved with a smile.
“What are you packing for?” he asked.
