Chapter 7 Back To Home

As soon as it was sent, I pulled out my SIM card and tossed it in the nearest trash can.

It was nearly midnight when I arrived at the station in my hometown. As I stepped off the train, I saw Dad waiting for me. He smiled the moment he saw me and led me to the car.

Sitting in the passenger seat, I noticed a large bag of my favorite snacks and yogurt waiting for me.

Before starting the car, Dad chuckled softly, grabbing one of the yogurts and poking a straw through the lid, handing it to me. “Here, drink this,” he said warmly.

As I took it from him, I noticed the gray hairs at his temples, and something inside me broke.

Without warning, I burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Dad, I’m home for good this time,” I choked out between sobs. “I’m never leaving again. I’m going to stay here with you and Mom. Forever.”

Dad chuckled again, this time a little more tenderly. “You silly girl. Whether you stay or not, you’ll always be our precious Olive.”

He could tell I wasn’t in the best place, but he didn’t ask me to explain. He just drove, respecting my silence.

When we got home, I showered and ate a simple dinner my parents had prepared.

By 10 p.m., I was lying in bed, staring at my phone. I opened my music app, hoping to find something relaxing to help me sleep. That’s when I noticed several unread private messages.

They were from Emma, one of my closest colleagues. She seemed shocked by my sudden resignation. Her message was full of concern, asking if everything was okay and if there was anything she could do to help.

Just as I was trying to figure out how to reply, another message from her came in –> a video file this time.

It came with a note.

[Alicia, this video’s blowing up in the company group chat. It’s about Tiffany and Rafael.]

I hesitated for a moment, but curiosity got the better of me.

I clicked on the video, and it showed a security footage. The setting was familiar; it was clearly from a surveillance camera in the company’s conference room,

There were only three people present: Rafael, Tiffany, and the head of the HR department.

Although sounds were not recorded, I instantly recognized the document in Rafael’s hand. It was the resignation letter I had submitted.

In the video, the HR manager looked shaken, his expression bordering on tears as he tried to explain something. I could see his fingers trembling.

Rafael, however, didn’t even spare the poor HR manager a glance, his cold gaze fixed on my letter.

At exactly three minutes and forty seconds into the video, Rafael, who had been sitting motionless the entire time, lazily waved a hand.

The HR manager, as if granted a reprieve, practically fled the room with his head down.

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