Chapter 2 I’m Not Interested in Being the Other Woman
Chapter 2 I’m Not Interested in Being the Other Woman
That’s great news, Natalie. You finally came to your senses!”
Renee’s fingers trembled around her phone.
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This genius designer junior had willingly become invisible at Luke Corp just to stay by Jensen’s side. After his car crash five years ago, Natalie had even sacrificed a rib–and something far more unspeakable–to help bring him back to life. Since then, she’d thrown herself into the relationship like a moth to a flame.
But now, the voice coming through the phone was low, hoarse, and hollow–utterly unlike the Natalie she knew.
Natalic, did Jensen do something to you?”
Renee immediately picked up on the real issue.
After a long silence, a choked sob came through. Renee should’ve known–only Jensen himself could’ve hurt Natalie enough to make her give up on him.
She wanted to curse Jensen out. She wanted to comfort Natalie. But when the words reached her lips, she didn’t know where to begin.
“Just get that visa sorted and come over. A woman needs her own career. Natalie, this Grant International Holdings training program is huge. With your talent, you’re going to shine there.”
Renee’s words made Natalie nod slightly. “I’ll get the visa sorted as soon as I can.”
“I’ll be waiting!”
After hanging up, Natalie finally noticed the rain pouring outside. Violent winds rattled the wind chime in the living room.
That wind chime was made from the paper cranes she’d folded daily while praying when Jensen lay in the hospital after his crash. After he recovered, Jensen had it turned into a wind chime and hung it in the living room–to commemorate their love.
Now, as she looked at it, Natalie found it bitterly ironic.
She instinctively moved to take it down, but her elbow knocked over a photo frame on the nearby bar
counter.
The glass shattered, revealing two photographs inside.
Natalie frowned slightly. Two?
She bent down to pick them up.
One was a photo of her and Jensen taken five years ago, when they officially became a couple. But the second–was of Sharon and Jensen together.
Sharon was beaming radiantly in the picture, and Jensen stood behind her, one arm around her waist, eyes filled with nothing but affection.
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Below the photo, Jensen had written in flamboyant script:
“Farewell, my love.”
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The timestamp was 3 a.m.–the night after Jensen’s recovery. Exactly seven hours before he brought Natalie roses and asked her to be his girlfriend.
Natalie’s fingers trembled as she gripped the photo. Suddenly, all of Jensen’s tenderness over the turned ice cold.
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What she had believed was mutual love… was really just his consolation prize for a love he’d already lost.
In a frenzy, Natalie ripped down the wind chime. Paper cranes scattered across the floor, as broken as her heart.
Her phone dinged twice.
It was Renee–forwarding her the official training invitation from Grant International Holdings.
Natalie composed herself, grabbed her documents, and took a cab to the immigration office.
After reviewing her paperwork, the clerk said, “Ms. Summers, your visa will take about ten days. Please wait for our notification.”
“Alright. Thank you.”
Just as Natalie walked out of the office, her phone rang. It was Jensen.
“Natalie, something urgent came up at work. I won’t be home tonight.”
Before she could respond, he hung up.
Then her WhatsApp chimed.
It was Sharon.
She received two short videos.
In the first, Jensen and Sharon were holding red marriage certificates, kissing. The timestamp was yesterday.
In the second, Jensen was kneeling with a ring–proposing to Sharon The same ring Natalie had personally designed for her own future wedding.
Jensen had promised to put that ring on her finger on their fifth anniversary. But now… it was on Sharon’s
hand.
The timestamp? Five minutes before Jensen had just called her.
No wonder he wasn’t coming home tonight.
It was his wedding night.
Natalie let out a cold, bitter laugh.
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Then Sharon sent a voice message.
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“Natalie, Jensen is my legal husband now. You’re not allowed to see him anymore! If you do, I won’t go easy on you. And don’t think it’ll be as simple as that little basement punishment from last time.”
Natalie replied without hesitation.
“Don’t worry. I have no interest in being the other woman.”
Then she blocked Sharon.
The moment Jensen chose to marry Sharon, there was no turning back for them.
In ten days, Natalie would be gone for good.
She never wanted to see Jensen again.
She pocketed her phone and caught a cab home.
Downstairs, she asked the supermarket owner for a few cardboard boxes and carried them up to her place.
She was going to throw out everything that reminded her of Jensen.
Everything he’d given her over the years–except for the valuable jewelry–went into the boxes and straight into the trash.
By the time she was done, it was already past midnight.
Too physically exhausted to feel sad, Natalie showered and fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.
The next morning, she took all the expensive jewelry Jensen had gifted her and locked it in a bank deposit box. She instructed the bank manager to give the key to Jensen in ten days.
When she got back home, she started packing for her move abroad.
And just then–Jensen came back.
He immediately sensed something was different.
“Did something go missing in here?”
Without looking up, Natalie said calmly, “I just cleared out some old junk. Figured it’s time to get new stuff
soon.”
“Sure. If you see anything you like, let me know. I’ll have my assistant take care of it.”
Jensen shrugged off his coat onto the couch, but then his eyes caught something on the side table.
They were design drafts.
“The launch for the ‘Devotion‘ jewelry line is tomorrow. You should come with me.”
Natalie’s hand paused mid–pack.
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She’d worked at Luke Corp for three years and designed several blockbuster jewelry pieces–but Jensen had never once invited her to any of the product launches.
No one besides Jensen even knew that Sundy, Luke Corp’s chief designer, was actually her.
This invitation must’ve come from guilt–because he’d married Sharon behind her back.
Natalie quickly replied, “Okay.”
Before she left Jensen for good, she would reclaim her place in the spotlight.
Just then, her phone buzzed from the bed.
An international number lit up on the screen, and Jensen’s brow furrowed.
“Why are you getting calls from overseas?”
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