3: 3

Lawrence didn't answer for a long time.

I spent half the night packing up the apartment.

Ten years together. There was a lot to sort through.

And even more shared memory folded into it.

Every sharp table corner in the place, for instance, was wrapped in a padded guard, something Lawrence had designed himself.

"Cecily is sensitive. She bruises easily inside. I want our home to be as soft as she is."

Or the way the whole place was done in pale colors.

"The doctor said pale tones ease the nerves. It'll help with your anxiety."

The flowers on the balcony too, every color, giving off that clean, fresh smell.

All because the doctor had said a few more plants around the house would lift my mood.

So Lawrence, who was allergic to pollen, put on a mask and tended to them faithfully, day after day.

Maybe it was because he'd been so perfect back then.

That was why, later on, the smallest change in him would leave me clinging and afraid of losing him.

My phone lit up with a message.

It wasn't Lawrence.

It was Susannah.

*Everyone, my Lawrence was so brave today, that huge roach, and he killed it in one hit!*

*I was so scared of the roach I couldn't even move, so my Lawrence just swept me up bridal-style and carried me outside.*

Then she attached a photo.

Shot from below, Susannah tucked into Lawrence's arms.

*Doesn't it look just like a girlfriend's-eye view?*

My mood stayed level.

*It does. The two of you suit each other.*

I could even reply to her.

The screen showed it for a long while: the other party is typing…

Then, two minutes later.

Susannah recalled every one of those messages.

*Oh no, so sorry! I meant to post that in the company group chat as a joke.*

*I really wasn't trying to hurt you.*

The old me, I thought, would definitely have been angry.

The doctor's questions surfaced in my mind, the ones he'd pressed on me over and over before the surgery.

"Miss Gilbert, are you truly sure you want the amygdala removed?"

"Even though afterward you won't cling or panic anymore and your moods will be very stable, feeling nothing at all may not be a good thing either."

"I'm afraid you'll regret it."

And right now, I didn't regret it at all.

If anything, there was a faint sense of relief.

The phone rang, and it was Susannah, of all people.

That soft, coaxing voice, with a hint of showing off tucked underneath.

"Miss Gilbert, I really didn't mean it."

"Please, you mustn't be upset with me, okay~"

I was more grateful than ever that I'd had that surgery.

The whole world was genuinely convinced I was a sensitive woman who got angry easily.

"I'm really not angry."

I explained it patiently, and I meant it.

But the other end went quiet for a long time.

Then came the soft crying.

"Miss Gilbert… please, stop scolding me, I honestly didn't mean to send it to you! At the office we all call Mr. Landon 'my husband' as a joke, just coworkers messing around, I swear!"

"You can yell at me all you want, just don't make yourself sick over it!"

And right after that, Lawrence's voice, furious.

"Cecily! If you're angry, take it out on me! What kind of person picks on Susannah?! Ha, you say you're not angry, but inside you're nothing but small and petty!"

"Lawrence."

"Believe me or don't. I wasn't trying to fight. I only wanted to remind you to check the chat."

4: 4

Lawrence had finally seen my message.

The silence on the other end of the line stretched out again.

"So instead of just saying you're angry, you've learned to twist the knife, is that it?"

He hung up in a rage.

"Fine! You want out, I'll give it to you!"

A moment later, he posted in the company-wide group chat.

【@everyone, @Susannah Henson. From now on, at the company, you can all call her the boss's woman.】

【As for Cecily Gilbert, she gave up the position of her own free will.】

I'd founded the company with Lawrence, so of course I was in the group.

It was just that all these years, ruled by my own emotions, I'd never had the energy to put into running it.

The group chat exploded, message after message of congratulations pouring in.

【Honestly, I've had it up to here with that sensitive old woman!】

【If you ask me, a woman should be independent. All that daily whining about who loves who—it's just pathetic.】

【It's a joke, really. A clingy little parasite jerking Mr. Landon around every single day. I couldn't stand watching it.】

【It's women like Susannah, independent women, who really earn everyone's respect!】

I read through all of it.

And found myself, strangely, agreeing.

The words were ugly.

But objectively speaking, they made a lot of sense.

Then Lawrence posted again: 【Tomorrow night's industry charity gala. Susannah will be attending with me as the company's boss's woman. The rest of you had better be prepared too.】

At last a faint, peculiar anger stirred in me.

Not anger that my place had been taken.

Anger that Lawrence kept ignoring my request to break up.

I had to think of a way to make him face it.

Better if everyone in the industry knew we were already finished.

The next evening, the charity gala.

I arrived early, dressed in a formal gown.

Under the glittering lights, Susannah stood at the center of the stage with her arm looped through Lawrence's.

The two of them clasping hands and holding each other, gazes locked, looked for all the world like a real couple.

The crowd below clapped and cheered without thinking.

Then, catching sight of me, they went silent as the grave, not daring to make a sound.

"Was my temper really so terrible before?"

Not a challenge. Just curiosity.

Ever since the amygdala was removed, I'd begun looking at my former self in a whole new light.

In the end it was me who led the applause, loud and fierce, breaking the hush over the ballroom.

"Oh my God? What on earth is going on?"

"Looks like there's going to be a show tonight."

"Miss Gilbert is famous in this circle for being jealous and starting scenes! Fight! Fight!"

I watched Lawrence up on the stage.

His face was frighteningly dark, with a trace of timid dread in it, but mostly a deep, deep anger.

I turned and looked at the people gossiping about me.

And forced out a proper smile.

"Everyone, I'm not angry. Really."

But no one seemed to believe me.

The murmuring only grew louder.

"What exactly do I have to do to make you believe I'm truly not angry?"

I thought it over.

Then I walked straight up onto the stage.

Lawrence instinctively planted himself in front of Susannah.

"Cecily! I'm begging you, stop causing a scene!"

"I'm the one who dragged Susannah into this to spite you! In front of all these people, you'd better not bully Susannah!"

I raised my hand high.

And only pushed the two of them slowly apart.

All I wanted was to cast the photo of my medical report from my phone onto the big screen.

The enormous hospital diagnosis was laid out in front of them all.

【The patient's amygdala has been removed.】

"I'm sorry, everyone. I came here to sincerely wish Mr. Landon and Miss Susannah Henson well."

"And, of course, to get Mr. Lawrence Landon to agree to my request for a breakup."

"I really, truly, will never be angry over Lawrence again."

"Why won't you believe me?"