Chapter 7 Without saying a single word , Damien firmly pressed the bracelet into my palm . " Please … keep it . It was your favorite . " I'm not trying to win you back . I just want you to be happy . " I looked down at the bracelet resting in my palm and let out a cold , bitter laugh . " I don't care about this broken thing anymore . " Right in front of him , I threw it back into the trash . I heard it break again as it hit the bottom . Damien's eyes widened in disbelief , his mouth slightly open , but no words came . " I treasured it because I loved you . I held on to everything you gave me , as if it meant the world . " But now , I hate you . And everything that reminds me of you only makes my skin crawl . " As the weight of my words settled between us , I saw Damien's eyes begin to redden , a faint glimmer of tears forming in them . Without thinking , I lifted my hand and wiped the corner of my own eye . It was the first time I ever saw him cry . Yet I had cried for him countless times before . I had cried the night he was ambushed and beaten in that alley after his first court case . I had cried when he finally bought his own place in Aberton , a home carved out with nothing but sheer determination . had cried on the day we shared our first wedding ceremony . But none of those tears held a candle to the ones I shed when he left me for Astrid . He went from being my greatest source of comfort to feeling like a complete stranger . Now , his tears were just a reaction to the fact that I truly didn't want him anymore . After all , who wouldn't be hurt losing the perfect nanny ? I didn't pay Damien any mind and slipped back inside my house to finish my meal . My expression remained neutral , and my parents didn't suspect a thing . They just kept piling food onto my plate , happily sharing their stories of their legal cases with me . As my mom's voice filled the room , I held the plate of shrimp my dad had carefully peeled for me . To them , it was just another day of routine . But after everything with Damien , I finally saw what I'd been missing . Fortunately , I was still young . The next morning at work , Lily Tillman , the receptionist , approached me , her grin teasing . " Nora , do you have a secret admirer ? " I blinked in surprise as she brought out a bouquet of flowers and a cup of chamomile tea from beneath the desk . " Early this morning , a guy stopped by and asked me to leave these for you . He said that you should have something warm to drink since you're on your period . " As for the flowers , he hoped they'd bring a little light to your day . " I didn't take the bouquet . Instead , my eyes were drawn to the words written on the card . It read , " Hey Nora , I'll send you a bouquet every single day from now on . " As expected , it was from Damien . Repulsed , I told Lily to dispose of everything immediately . " Anything from that bastard might be poisoned . " Lily didn't hesitate and cleared it all away . " Understood , " she said . Meanwhile , Damien remained completely oblivious that his gifts were being discarded . Day after day , the flowers continued to arrive at the office without fail . It wasn't long before the entire firm caught wind , assuming I had a secret admirer . The younger staff members would sneak over , eager to uncover the gossip . But I shut every one of them down . Lily stood nearby , on the verge of tears . I didn't hesitate when I told her to shove the flowers in Damien's face and tell him to get lost . But that didn't stop him . He kept sneaking in , leaving bouquets at the door like clockwork . I couldn't understand what drove him or where he found the nerve to keep showing up . Eventually , I'd had enough . I woke up early on purpose , just to catch him in the act . The moment I saw him with another bouquet , I snatched the flowers from him and shoved them hard into his face . ' Is this never going to end ? Do you honestly believe that showing up every day like this makes you some kind of tragic romantic ? " Damien stumbled back from the impact , sulking as he gathered the fallen flowers . "I just want you to be happy , " he mumbled . " The sight of you only makes me more irritated . How many times do I have to make myself clear ? " I retorted without mercy . Damien lowered his head , looking like a child caught red - handed . Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!