When He Chose His Young Secretary, She Moved On Without Loving Him

[Keiran, let’s break up.]

Claudette Williams’s message hung in the air, heavy and unacknowledged, like the cold dishes on the table before her. No matter how many times they were reheated, the taste was long gone.

She glanced at the clock; midnight had come and gone. With a sigh, she rose, sweeping the untouched food into the trash.

Just as Claudette finished tidying up, the sound of footsteps echoed from outside the door.

When Keiran Harris finally entered and saw her still sitting in the dimly lit living room, he stopped, surprised. "Why aren’t you asleep yet?"