Chapter 6 My father called, his voice brimming with pride. "So, what do you think of Austin? I handpicked him for you. He won't let you down." Ever since I decided to end things with Lawrence, my father had been determined to set me up with a suitable mar- riage partner. He and Austin had been business partners for years, and of all the men he knew, it was Austin he adored and trusted most. "You're right, Dad. He's much better than Lawrence," I said. Meanwhile, my gaze was fixed on Clarissa's latest Instagram post. The caption read, "Thank you. Your company has eased my sorrow after losing my mother." The attached photo was a scenic landscape. I knew she was referring to Lawrence, and a pain shot through my chest when I saw he had liked the post. He had never liked any of my Instagram posts. On the day my mother passed away, he was in class and didn't offer me many comforting words. I now realized the promise he had made at my mother's final moment was just for our mothers' peace of mind. With a bitter smile, I gave Clarissa's post a like, too. In the elevator, Lawrence pulled out his phone and was stunned to see that I had liked the post. He turned around and asked Clarissa, "Did you take my phone and give a like to your post?" Her cheeks flushed, and she stammered, unable to form a reply. Staring at my name on her post, he panicked. In the very next second, he saw my latest Instagram update. It was my marriage announcement. The caption read, "It turns out getting married isn't so difficult after all." I attached a photo of my marriage license. A DM popped up on my screen. "Who did you marry?" I glanced at it and then blocked Lawrence. 0.0% 08:17 "This isn't funny. "Is marriage a joke to you?" Lawrence stared at the gray tick next to his message to me. He froze, utterly rooted to the spot. Then, blind with rage, he slammed his fist into the elevator display, shattering the screen. The second the elevator doors opened, he darted out and raced home. "Harriet!" he roared. "How do you plan to clean up this mess you've made?" Only then did he realize the silence that greeted him. I used to always be there, waiting for him to come home. But not today. Every trace of me was gone. His gaze fell upon the engagement ring and the key left on the coffee table. A wave of dizziness hit him so hard he nearly collapsed to the floor. He yanked out his phone to call me, only to realize-I had already blocked him. A triumphant smile on her face, Clarissa watched from the side, thrilled and satisfied that she had finally gotten what she wanted. She picked up the ring and turned it over in her hands for a long time. Finally, she couldn't resist putting it on. It fit her finger perfectly. "Look, Mr. Chavez," she said. "It fits me so well. Feels like it was meant to be mine!" Her voice snapped Lawrence back to reality. Seeing the engagement ring on her finger, he frantically lunged at her. "Who said you could put this on? "I gave it to Harriet. This is our engagement ring. Take it off! Now!" She was startled by the sheer sternness and fury in his tone. Aggrieved, she started crying, her eyes reddening. However, the ring was stuck, and she couldn't take it off whatsoev- "Mr. Chavez, I... I can't," she faltered. He stared at her reddened finger, his bloodshot eyes burning with rage. "Harriet is obsessive about cleanliness. If she knows you've touched this ring, she'd never accept it! 47.3 % 08:17 "Clarissa, you're just my secretary. Nothing more. You've got some nerve, overstepping like this!" 97.1 % 2