Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 13

The mention of her child was like a crack in a dam for Noreen–the pain she’d forced herself to suppress began seeping out, spreading slowly through her chest. 

She could never forget the icy brightness of the hospital’s fluorescent lights, the sharp, chemical tang of disinfectant in the air, or the chill that sank into her bones after the procedure. 

Those memories would stay with her for life. 

She’d always remember the agony of something torn from her very soul. 

Looking back, maybe her child had sensed it all along. That’s why he’d come quietly and left just as silently, almost as if he’d arrived just to help her weather a storm. 

When the meeting ended, Bianca turned to Sophia. “Send me the minutes from today’s meeting.” 

Still simmering with irritation, Sophia snapped, “They aren’t ready yet.” 

“Then send them over when you’ve finished,” Bianca replied, composed. 

“I’m swamped. I don’t have time to sort them out.” 

Bianca shot Sophia a look, her brow furrowing. 

But Sophia ignored her, busying herself gathering up Noreen’s things and tidying the conference room. 

Only after Sophia left did Noreen speak gently, trying to calm her down. “You need to remember–never bring your emotions into work. That’s not tolerated here at Aurelion Group. If you want to go far here, don’t cross anyone, especially those above you.” 

“I just don’t think it’s fair to you,” Sophia muttered. 

“There’s no such thing as ‘fair‘ or ‘unfair‘ in these things,” Noreen said, her tone cooling. 

To her, love was never a transaction. 

Her kindness to Seth was her own choice. How Seth responded was up to him. 

She never tried to balance the scales between them–she knew that way lay only disappointment. 

She loved Seth. That was why she was willing to bet her future on him, giving up a chance to study abroad, staying to help him build his business, playing the support 

role behind the scenes. 

It hadn’t ended the way she’d hoped, but she’d never regretted it. 
Sometimes, life demanded you accept the outcome and move on–often, your greatest enemy was the prison of your own thoughts. 

Still, the end of a relationship always left you exhausted and hollow. 

She just needed a little time. 

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