Frederick stopped reporting Jonathan’s company. All we ever wanted was for him to let me go, and now that he had, there was no point in pushing any further. We both knew very well that filing complaints against Jonathan wouldn’t make a difference.
Even Frederick’s father, despite being chairman of the Chamber of Commerce, had to show Jonathan some respect. Just a couple of days ago, he called and tore into Frederick over the phone.
“You’ve got some nerve! How dare you report Jonathan? Do you even know what you’re doing?
You’re digging your own grave!”
Frederick was in such a good mood that he didn’t take Jeffrey’s scolding seriously at all. Even I could feel how happy he was. There’s no way Jeffrey didn’t pick up on it too.
His tone instantly dropped. “I’m warning you, even if they’re divorced now, don’t you dare have any thoughts about Elise!”
“They’re already divorced. Why shouldn’t I?”
Frederick sounded completely unconcerned, clearly unfazed by Jeffrey. “I’m single, and she’s single too. I can pursue whoever I want.”
“You idiot! You really think it’s over between them?”
“Jonathan already wanted a divorce. What’s left to hold on to? Even if he doesn’t want it to end now, there’s no way they can get back together.”
“It’s not up to you to decide if there’s still a chance. That’s up to Jonathan and Elise!”
Frederick glanced at me. “Elise isn’t the type to go back,” he said.
I could hear every word between them, and it felt a bit awkward.
Just as I was thinking of walking away, he grabbed my hand. “I don’t know what Jonathan is thinking, but I’m certain Elise will never take him back.
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