Chapter 53 Only Love Can Hurt Like This
Quinn's POV
Stupid. I shouldn't have left. I should’ve stayed there. After all, I didn't do anything wrong, so I have nothing to be ashamed of. My presence there was clear because I was Grayson's therapist, not a stranger like Kelly. Well, at least until Grayson officially gave me my termination letter, my status was still working with him.
Unfortunately, my feet and my heart couldn't synchronize. My heart wanted me to stay there, while my feet wanted me to leave before Grayson got any closer. As a result, I was now hiding in one of the toilet stalls with my face covered by my bag.
I didn't end up crying, but it still felt incredibly painful to see Grayson with another woman. I know he just wants to show everyone that Kelly is his fated mate, but somehow it feels like an insult to me. Because before, Grayson really convinced me that my position in his life was irreplaceable. But now what? It's all just a memory. And it's because Grayson's words don't match his actions that I feel like I've been toyed with.
Apparently, Grayson only wanted to use me because he knew I needed his money, while he also knew he could do anything with the money he had. So this is the result, the consequence, everything is a mess because of our greed.
Maybe I should’ve believed Owen from the start that Grayson wasn't as good as he appeared on screen. The Grayson behind the scenes may be a version that other people don't want to see, but the crazy thing is I actually liked him. I didn't like Grayson on screen because he was fake for the sake of his career and his team. But again, it's too late. Now there’s no Grayson on or off screen that I’ll see because I’m sure to hand in my resignation letter.
When I leave this toilet, I will deliver the envelope in my bag to Grayson. I won't explain anything or say goodbye. I'll just leave and disappear from his life. Yes, that's what I want right now.
So I fixed my look. I put on lipstick again and touch up my makeup because I don't want to look messy or have Kelly think I'm insecure, which is why I'm resigning.
While I was busy getting ready, I heard the restroom door open. The sound of firm footsteps grew closer to the stall where I was standing.
Oh, maybe he'll go into the stall next to mine, I thought. But that wasn't the case. It turned out someone had stopped in front of my stall. He’s wearing sneakers that I recognized very well because he wore them so often when he visited this place.
My heart stopped instantly. Although I didn't want to be too confident that Grayson was chasing me, the fact that he’s standing in front of me, separated only by this thin door, proves it.
My body, which had been warm, suddenly felt cold.
I didn't want him to know I was here, so I held my breath so he wouldn't hear me. I even lifted my legs so he would think no one was here.
Oh come on, Grayson, just leave. It’s better for you to be with Kelly out there than with me in a place like this. And I also want to breathe freely. I don’t want to die from holding my breath because of you.
“Quinn?”
Ah, that voice again. The voice that usually calls my name in various tones is now calling me in a flat tone. I mean, if he really doesn't want to talk to me, don't force yourself.
“I know you’re inside. Come out.”
I shook my head even though Grayson couldn’t see me. Because I was still holding my breath, I couldn’t speak.
“Assure me once more that you’re not really betraying me or Frost Maple.”
I had already assured him many times, even begged him, but instead of believing me, he belittled me, saying that my loyalty could be bought with money. Instead of trying to listen to me, he ignored me and accused me of things that hurt my feelings deeply.
With what happened that day, if it weren't for the money, I don't know why I'm still with Grayson. Honestly, I've tolerated all his attitudes so far, but what happened yesterday really hurt.
This case is different from when he insulted me for living in a shabby flat because that was the reality. But what he said yesterday about something I didn't do, I cannot tolerate.
There was only one thing I could give Grayson: trust. Unfortunately, he destroyed it. And I'm worried whether there will be a second chance for him.
I finally couldn't hold my breath anymore. I gasped for air until my feet touched the floor again. And that's when he forced the door open until it came off its hinges.
Grayson leaned the door against the wall. He stepped forward until he was inside the stall too, standing right in front of me. Even the tips of our shoes were touching. And I could feel his breath on top of my head.
“Why are you just staying silent?”
I chuckled. “What kind of answer should I give? An honest one or the one you want?”
“The answer that matches reality.”
“Does that guarantee your trust in me will come back?”
Grayson sighed roughly. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to my feet. I had no choice but to look him in the eye. “I just want to hear your answer one more time, Quinn. Have you accepted their offer or not?”
I clenched my fists at my sides, holding back the urge to slap him. “No.”
“Thank goodness.” Grayson suddenly bowed his head. He also exhaled in relief. “So you don’t have to stop being my therapist.”
“Who said that?”
Grayson looked at me again. “What do you mean?”
I opened my bag and took out the brown envelope inside. I took the contents of the envelope and held it up in front of his face. "I want to cancel the contract. This is a letter of agreement that I will pay a penalty for canceling the contract. And I want you to sign it."
Grayson snatched the paper. As he read it, his eyebrows furrowed, his gaze sharpened, and his breathing quickened. "What is this? I'm not going to sign this ridiculous thing."
I tried to push him away from me, but it didn't work. "You heard me earlier. So just sign it." I handed him the pen.
Grayson did take the pen and the paper, but not to sign it, but to destroy it. He tore up the paper and broke the pen.
"What are you doing!" I snapped. I tried to pick up the pieces of paper, but my hand was stopped and held back.
“There’s no contract cancellation. I don’t agree.”