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I Refuse to Be His Second-Best Choice

Chapter 4

Word Count: 943 | Released on: 15/07/2026

arrived at the air

e suitcases, and she smil

she said, patting the canvas bag by her side. "And there are cupcakes,

er, feeling my nose sting.

rehead. "By the way, where's Jen

replied casually, "He's at

stop by the apartment Jenson and I shared to grab a fe

d reached for my keys to unlock the

of cheering from in

iving room packed with people-all of

nack bags littered the flo

g against Jenson's chest, holding a

a little too protective of Ashley? You mentor her you

dn't started a year later, there wouldn't have been any chance for Denisse, would there? Besides, Jenson specifically threw

d Ashley's waist, saying nothing, not giv

ave been together for three years now. Do you still

s fell, the room fe

tly, and she tightened he

talking about? Denisse is capable, and she's even a partne

glass, took a sip, and spoke in a flat tone as if

ched violently, and I felt m

or loved me; he simply s

gence, favoritism, and

girlfriend and built our business from scratch togethe

daze; my mother was st

er lips trembling, a

her eyes betrayi

he end said nothing; she simpl

, but it couldn't

, I felt utter

my mom to see me in

ch care, was nothing more than a secon

ve I had for Jenson

s hand and tur

Mom finally spoke, her voice hoarse, "Denis

low but firm, "I'm breaking up wi

egan patting the back of my hand soothingly. "I'm glad you've made th

, I booked two fl

, and one

apartment to pack my things, Jenson w

a mess, and nothing

e, he opened his

"What are you doing? Going on a business trip? When

a look so detached and calm that it s

cut off all contact

hatsApp messages, nor d

to the floor where my office was in the b

rk hours, he stil

ed with barely perceptible panic. "Excuse me, where'

ise on her face. "Ms. Clayton? She was tran

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“My boyfriend, Jenson Fuller, and I had planned to have dinner on Valentine's Day to celebrate the winning of a case, but he had to go back to the law firm to work overtime yet again because of a mistake in Ashley Pearson's case file. I, Denisse Clayton, sat in the corner of the conference room, wearing an uncomfortably tight dress, my hands ice-cold. Jenson closed the case file and said in a deep voice, "You've won so many cases. This is the first time for Ashley to handle files for a criminal case. Cut her some slack." I didn't respond. The dress was so tight that it made it hard for me to breathe, and the zipper was chafing against my side. I stood up to ask him to get me a glass of warm water, only to realize he'd already taken Ashley to the archives. I unlocked my phone and scrolled to Ashley's latest WhatsApp status. "Jenson is personally helping me sort through the case file. Lucky me!" The photo in the status was a selfie of her holding a coffee, with Jenson standing beside her, pointing to the case file and explaining in detail. Jenson pointed gently at the statute with incorrect notes made by her, looking incredibly patient. I pressed my hand to my side and suddenly felt a searing pain from the spot where the zipper had been chafing. This dress was a gift for winning my case he'd given me. It was a size small. It was so tight it felt suffocating on me, but it was the perfect size for Ashley. I suddenly recalled what my professor in college had said, "A defense based on the wrong position can never win, no matter how hard you try." So I took off the tight dress and submitted my request to transfer to the firm's headquarters in Huvella City. And I also decided to leave Jenson.”