He Chose His Intern Over Our Four-Year Love

The following morning, when I got up, Wesley had already made breakfast. It was his way of making amends. Normally, I should have shown gratitude and eaten everything he prepared.

“Get ready and come have breakfast,” Wesley said, smiling as if last night's unpleasantness had never happened.

I walked over to the table and saw the breakfast he had laid out. It was unusual for him to make breakfast since I usually rise an hour earlier to prepare it.

I reached for the neatly packaged box he had, but he pushed my hand away.

“This isn't for you. You're having this,” he said, handing me a plate with just a piece of toast and a fried egg.

“But I want granola,” I said.

Wesley's expression grew stern as he looked at me. “You've always had toast in the morning. What's gotten into you?”

He never made breakfast. Toast and eggs were just the quickest option. “You got up early to make granola. Isn't that for me?”

I looked him straight in the eye, keeping my expression neutral.

“Tiana had quite a bit to drink at the company party last night. She needs something warm this morning to ease her stomach,” he replied.

I stood up, leaving the untouched toast and egg on the table. Wesley's face showed a flicker of frustration before he burst out.

“Annalise, eat it if you want! There's a limit to how much drama you can cause!” Wesley snapped, grabbing his packed bag and slamming the door behind him.

I tossed the toast and egg into the trash. After tidying up, I contacted a friend in real estate. I told him I wanted to sell the house quickly, with no specific requirements. This house was initially bought with the intention of being Wesley's and my marital home. Its location was perfect, both in terms of the neighborhood and the proximity to work. Now that I've decided to move on from this relationship, there's no need to keep it.

Understanding my urgency, my friend promised to find a buyer within a week.

Once the call ended, I finally prepared to head to work. As soon as I arrived at the office, I noticed a group gathered in the break area.

"Wesley is really thoughtful. He even made granola from scratch," someone commented.

“We're all so envious. When will we ever find a boyfriend as wonderful and considerate as Wesley?” another added.

Wesley just gave a modest smile, making no attempt to clarify.

Tiana sipped her granola, looking at Wesley with admiration. “Wesley is one-of-a-kind. I'm lucky to have his affection,” she said, catching my eye from across the room. As I turned to leave, Tiana called out to me.

“Annalise, did you have breakfast? Wesley brought too much, and I can't finish it all,” she offered.

Everyone figured she was just being polite since I was her direct supervisor, yet it was hard to miss the smug satisfaction in her eyes.

“He made it especially for you. You shouldn't waste his thoughtfulness; eat it all,” I replied, not bothering to decipher Wesley’s expression or his intentions, and headed towards my office.

Once I arrived, the crowd slowly dispersed. As some colleagues passed by my door, I overheard snippets of their conversation about the prize won last night.