He Forgot The Pad That Saved My Dignity And I Used It To End Us Chapter 06

He Forgot The Pad That Saved My Dignity And I Used It To End Us Chapter 06

The peace lasted less than two weeks. 

That afternoon, I was working late at my new job when Maya Jenkins from reception called my 

extension. 

“Selena, there’s someone downstairs asking for 

you. Says he’s a friend.” 

I paused. “What friend?” 

“Guy in a gray coat. Pretty handsome, actually.” 

I tightened my grip on the phone but didn’t answer. 

“Selena?” Maya prompted. 

“He said his name is Killian.” 

My expression instantly cooled. 

“Tell him I’m not here.” 

Maya hesitated. “Well… I already told him you 

were busy, but he said he could wait…” 

“I’m not here.” 

I hung up. 

When work finally ended, I deliberately left through 

the side exit. 

As I rounded the alley behind the building, I 

spotted him. 

He was still there. 

Standing beneath the sycamore tree across from 

the company’s main entrance, motionless in the 

drizzle. Rain speckled his gray coat, and his dark 

hair was plastered against his forehead. A 

package was clutched tightly in one hand. 

I looked at him for two seconds. 

Then I turned and walked the other way. 

The next day, Maya called again. 

“Selena, that guy came back.” 

I closed my eyes. 

“He dropped off a whole box at the front desk and 

asked me to give it to you.” 

“Send it back.” 

“But he said…” 

“Send it back unopened.” 

Maya reluctantly agreed. 

I never looked inside the box, but she was young and far too curious to keep quiet. 

Later in the break room, she lowered her voice and 

said, “There was a handwritten letter in there too.” 

I poured myself a glass of water and didn’t. 

respond. 

On the third day, a package arrived by courier. 

The sender’s name on the shipping label read: 

Killian Thorne. 

I didn’t even open it. 

I had Maya return it immediately. 

The fourth day brought another package. 

I sent that one back too. 

Then came the fifth day. 

A storm rolled through the city, dumping rain from 

morning until night. 

“Selena!” 

This time Maya didn’t bother calling. 

She rushed straight to my desk, looking both 

excited and concerned. 

“That guy is downstairs again! He’s standing out there in the rain! And it’s pouring today!” 

I kept typing without looking up. 

“Tell him I’ve moved and don’t work here anymore.” 

“Selena…” Maya bit her lip. “He’s been there all day. Since eight this morning…” 

“That’s his problem.” 

My voice came out cold enough to end the 

conversation. 

By the time I left work, the rain had gotten even 

heavier. 

I stepped outside with my umbrella and walked half a block before something made me glance 

back. 

Under the oak tree near the entrance, he was still 

standing there. 

His clothes were soaked through, clinging to his 

frame. For once, he looked tired. Vulnerable. 

Pathetic, almost. 

I had never seen Killian like that before. 

Killian Thorne had always been the man who had 

everything under control. 

Always composed. 

Always confident. 

Always convinced he could fix whatever stood in 

his way. 

But I wasn’t going back. 

Not this time. 

I tore my gaze away and disappeared into the 

subway station. 

When I got home, a paper gift bag was sitting 

outside my apartment door. 

I had no idea how he’d gotten my address. 

Inside was a scarf. 

A small handwritten card rested on top. 

The handwriting was instantly familiar. 

[It’s getting colder. Don’t catch a cold.] 

I put the scarf back in the bag and set it outside 

my door. 

The next morning, the bag was still there. 

The wind had knocked it over during the night, leaving one corner of the scarf exposed. 

I picked it up. 

Then walked straight to the dumpster and tossed 

it inside. 

“Killian.” 

Standing in front of the trash bin, I quietly said his 

name. 

“I’ve already returned every bit of kindness you 

ever gave me.”