The Ex and Her Riches

The sound of splashing water echoed from the bathroom. Whitney shed her grimy dress and stepped into the bathtub.

The warm water cascaded over her body, washing away the fatigue and unhappiness of her day.

She lazily leaned against the bathtub, unintentionally catching sight of his bathrobe left at home. We could have spent tonight in sheer joy.

In no time at all, a thick mist rose within the bathroom, veiling the expression on her face.

After taking a bath, Whitney came out wearing his bathrobe, threw herself onto the bed, and greedily inhaled the scent of his pillow.

The pillow seemed to still carry the scent of Charles.

She stared at the ceiling, wanting to sleep and forget her troubles. However, sleep cluded her.

She had grown accustomed to the presence of Charles by her side, accustomed to falling asleep to the sound of his breathing, accustomed to his embrace, his chest.

Now, the night was far too quiet.

In the end, it was only as dawn was breaking that she finally managed to fall asleep.

The alarm rang in the early morning, and Whitney instantly sat up in bed. She quickly got dressed and rushed downstairs as if someone was urging her to get things done.

“Whitney…

Before Jasmine could finish her sentence, Whitney had already run out of the Newton residence.

It seemed that when she got busy, she wouldn’t dwell on the things that made her unhappy.

After squeezing onto the subway and rushing for the bus, she finally managed to clock in for work before nine.

Whitney arrived at her desk, panting heavily. Suddenly, she realized that with Charles gone now, there was no one to assign her tasks.

Her position was Charles’ personal assistant, a role distinct from other assistants.

Getting up, she went to Charles’ office. As usual, she watered the plants in the office and tidied up the things on his desk.

There were still open files on his desk, which could prove that his departure was abrupt, as Charles had always been a person who loved to organize and tidy up

took the elevator down from the top floor. Seeing her listless appearance, all the

also started to

so early today? It seems like I haven’t seen Mr Newton since

Newton is never short of women, let alone capable ones. For someone like her to capture Mr.

their discussions, Whitney paused slightly, her spirits

alone. A year can pass very quickly, and I’m not confident that I can make Charles fall in

wandering around for a long time, Whitney realized that aside from the Newton residence, she surprisingly had nowhere else to go.

returned, she happened to run into Jasmine having

busy? Come and join us for a meal. Today, I asked the kitchen to prepare your

could finish her sentence, Whitney acted as if she hadn’t seen Jasmine at all

but shake her head in resignation. She sighed softly. “Ah. better hurry back. Otherwise, Whitney might just fall ill from missing you too much.”

room. Whitney sat blankly at her desk, which was filled with books that Charles

would read for

on top and started reading.

pages,

with many things she couldn’t understand, a plethora of

“This…”

of another book. Yet, the

reality could be so hard to

them, she never imagined that the gap would be so vast. It wasn’t something that a bit of

really are from different worlds…”

finance book with a desolate expression, remaining

had been at home for three days, waiting every day for news from Charles. But no news

his words, and even if she was

Knock Knock Knock!

of knocking echoed Jasmine asked, “Whitney, are you okay? Would you like to go out and clear your mind? I know a fun place. Why

herself in her room, only coming out to eat. She didn’t talk to anyone, and Jasmine was genuinely worried that something might happen

Squeak.

managed to squeeze out a smile. “I’m fine, Jasmine. I’ll go for a stroll in a bit. You go ahead with your work

state, how could Jasmine not

take you out for some fun. It’ll be good to let