Tara was so mad she could barely see straight. Honestly, ra''s shamelessness


    never failed to amaze her.


    She shot Dn a look, took a deep breath, and said, "Dn, you really shouldn''t


    eat anything she made. You know she was involved in what happened with your


    grandmother—who''s to say she hasn''t poisoned your food?"


    Dn just lowered his eyes and quietly took a few more bites. Then, without even


    looking up, he asked, "And you are...?"


    Tara froze, sure she''d misheard. "What did you just say?"


    He didn''t bother replying. Instead, he picked up his phone and called Aiden.


    A couple minutester, Aiden came in. "Ms. Warren, I''m going to have to ask you


    to leave."


    Tara''s face went from red to white, her fingers gripping the lunchbox so tight her


    knuckles stood out. "Dn, you can''t be serious. Are you joking?"


    Aiden kept his polite smile. "The CEO doesn''t remember anyone. Not just Mrs.


    Ferguson."


    Tara''s nails dug so deep into her palm she nearly broke the skin.


    She''d thought Dn had only forgotten ra. It never even crossed her mind that


    he''d forgotten everyone. He acted so calm, still handled work like nothing


    happened—she''d assumed he''d just blocked out one person.


    When the office was finally empty, Dn looked down at the three dishes and


    soup in front of him, all packed in pretty thermal containers.


    He stared at the chopsticks in his hand, pressing his lips together.


    Something about all of this just felt off.


    For the next three days, ra showed up on the dot with breakfast, lunch, and


    dinner. Pretty soon, everyone in their circle was talking.


    Back when ra was chasing Simon, there was nothing she wouldn''t try. Now it


    looked like she was pulling the same moves on Dn.


    "What''s up with that? Didn''t Dn already marry ra?"


    "I heard all the rumors, thought it


    was real too. But at his grandma''s


    funeral none of us saw ra. If they


    were really married, how could she


    not show up for something that


    important?"


    "Would you show up if you were her?


    The olddy died because of her! I


    bet they did get married, but after


    what happened, they got divorced


    right away. Walter made it


    clear there''s no way a woman like


    her is stepping into the Ferguson


    family."


    That made sense to everyone.


    Probably, Dn was hit hard by his grandmother''s death, came to his senses,


    and divorced ra on the spot. But ra couldn''t let go and started clinging to


    him.


    When Simon heard all the gossip, it felt like his chest was on fire.


    He waited outside ra''s building from midnight until eight in the morning. Finally,


    he saw here out.


    He noticed the food container in her hand, and his face darkened. "ra, is that


    for Dn?"


    ra hadn''t seen him in ages. She frowned, didn''t bother replying, and walked


    right past him.


    Simon reached out and grabbed her wrist. But ra moved faster—one smooth


    motion, and she flipped him right onto the ground.


    Simony there, stunned. The pain only hit him after hended, and he red up


    at her as she kept walking away.


    "ra!"


    He scrambled up and chased after


    her, eyes red. "Do you even


    remember how good you were to


    me? When you cook for him, do you


    ever think about us? Even if you


    were just pretending then, you really


    did care about me. I was the idiot


    who didn''t appreciate it. If I''d given


    you even a little back, things


    wouldn''t have—"


    ra stopped and turned, sounding annoyed. "Are you done?"


    She nced at Simon, who was actually crying, tears streaming down his face.


    Just standing there,pletely lost.


    But to ra, when she stopped caring about someone, even if they died right in


    front of her, it just didn''t matter.