My Coldhearted Husband'S Regret novel Chapter 3
Chapter 3: Shifting Tides, Unforeseen Returns
Marcus Cole stared at the resignation letter long after Elara had departed. He had witnessed the cold dynamic between Damien Thorne and his wife for years. The countless times she had waited patiently outside his office door. The way her face would light up with hope at just a moment of his acknowledgment. The inevitable disappointment when that moment never came.
He slipped the envelope into Damien’s inbox, knowing full well it might sit there for days before being noticed. Damien Thorne rarely checked items that didn’t come with urgent flags from his assistants.
Marcus remembered when Elara first joined Thorne Industries. Despite being the CEO’s wife, she had started at an entry-level position, refusing special treatment. Her intelligence and dedication had quickly propelled her up the ranks to head of the secretarial team.
All of it, Marcus knew, had been for Damien’s attention. Attention that never materialized.
His intercom buzzed. “Mr. Cole, Mr. Thorne is requesting the quarterly projections.”
“I’ll bring them right in,” Marcus replied, gathering the requested documents.
When he entered Damien’s office, the CEO barely looked up from his computer.
“Just leave them there,” Damien said, gesturing vaguely to the corner of his desk.
Marcus placed the folder down, noticing the unopened cream-colored envelope still sitting where Mrs. Gable had left it yesterday. Beside it was Elara’s resignation letter, also unopened.
“Will Mrs. Thorne be joining you for the charity gala next week?” Marcus asked, testing the waters.
Damien’s brow furrowed slightly. “I assume so. Why?”
“No reason,” Marcus replied. “The event coordinator was asking about final headcounts.”
Damien nodded dismissively, already refocused on his screen. Marcus left quietly, deciding against mentioning Elara’s resignation. The man would discover it soon enough.
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Elara placed a potted peace lily on her kitchen counter, adjusting it until she was satisfied with its position. Sunlight streamed through the windows of her apartment, illuminating the space she was gradually making her own.
Her phone chimed with a text from Chloe: “Lunch tomorrow? Need all the details!”
Elara smiled, typing back a quick confirmation. She set her phone down and surveyed the groceries she’d just purchased. For the first time in years, she had bought only what she liked, without considering Damien’s preferences or Cora’s picky habits.
The thought of Cora sent a pang through her heart. Three days had passed since she’d left the Thorne mansion, and she hadn’t received a single call from her daughter. Not even to ask where she was.
She pushed the painful thought aside and began putting away her groceries. The refrigerator looked pathetically empty with just her items, but there was something liberating about it too. This space was entirely hers.
After finishing, Elara settled on her couch and picked up her phone again. She scrolled through her contacts until she found the number she needed.
“Hello, Sandra? It’s Elara Vance,” she said when the call connected. “Yes, it’s been a while… I was wondering if you could reserve a ticket for me for the TechFuture Exhibition next week? I’m planning to attend this year.”
She listened to the response, a small smile forming on her lips. “Yes, that’s right. I’m coming back to YodaVision. Julian and I have discussed it… No, I’m not with Thorne Industries anymore.”
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