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Her Heart’s Not Yours Anymore

Following a three-year relationship, Kylie Cooper remains in Jonathan Sinclair’s orbit as his executive assistant. Their romance has soured into a professional tie defined by his cold mockery and biting sarcasm. Convinced she was only a placeholder for his past love, Kylie demands to be released now that the other woman has returned. However, Jonathan is blindsided by her claims of being a stand-in, maintaining that she is the only woman he has ever truly loved.
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Chapter 5

On the other side, Lily received a call. With a troubled expression, she relayed the message to Kylie.

"Kylie, you don't need to come in tomorrow."

"Why? Is it because of Jonathan?"

Kylie was furious. Even though she had hurt Jonathan tonight, it was because he had forced her into it in the first place. Plus, she had already apologized. How could Jonathan be so ruthless?

Rich people really did whatever they wanted.

Without this part-time job, her monthly income would be reduced. What would she do about her brother's medical bills?

Kylie couldn't accept it. She thought if she couldn't work at this place, she could find another. Jonathan couldn't possibly blacklist her from every club in Jorundale, could he?

Lily seemed to guess what Kylie was thinking. With a tone of regret, she tried to convince her.

"I'm afraid you'll have trouble finding another job at a different nightclub. Maybe it's time to switch careers."

Kylie felt helpless. Clearly, she was the one who had been abandoned by Jonathan. So, how did working a part-time job at the nightclub upset him again?

Jonathan said he didn't want his woman working at nightclubs. Did that mean he still cared for her?

But Jonathan's actions tonight had clearly shown his disgust and disregard for her. He even made her drink an entire bottle of whiskey, knowing she couldn't handle it...

At that thought, Kylie felt a lump in her throat.

She had been Jonathan's secret lover for three years, and she had been nothing more than his plaything.

Their dates always took place at his villa.

On the bed, on the couch, in the bathtub—he seemed to never tire, always insatiable.

What Jonathan cared about was just her body. Once he was bored, he discarded her without a second thought.

That day had been Kylie's birthday. Jonathan had messaged her, asking her to come to the villa that night. She thought maybe he was planning a surprise for her, but the chances of that were slim. Still, Kylie couldn't help but feel excited.

But when she arrived at the villa, Jonathan was nowhere to be found.

He had always been punctual in the past. But this time, Kylie waited for a long time. Her makeup had smudged, and still, there was no sign of him.

Finally, after what felt like ages, the door of the villa opened.

However, it wasn't Jonathan who walked in. It was Michael.

"Sorry, Ms. Cooper. Mr. Sinclair asked me to take you home."

Kylie felt a pang of disappointment, but she obediently followed Michael into the car.

When she got home, Kylie stared at her phone, waiting for Jonathan's call. She couldn't shake the feeling that he would explain his absence.

But in the end, what Kylie received from Jonathan was a short, cold message, [You don't have to come over anymore.]

She clearly remembered the emptiness she felt as soon as she read those words.

She mustered up the courage several times to call him, wanting to ask Jonathan why. But every time she dialed his number, she hesitated and hung up.

Later, when she finally called him, all she heard on the other end was, "The number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable."

Kylie knew that she was just his kept woman.

Over the years, she had taken plenty of money from him, and their arrangement had always been mutually beneficial. Why should she care about a few comforting words or some baseless explanation from him?

He must have just gotten bored. For rich, spoiled guys like him, it was nothing new.

Kylie tried to console herself. Her relationship with Jonathan had always been about simple, physical attraction, nothing more. If she tried to make it about love, it just didn't feel right.

So, she sent him a simple reply, [Okay.]

Then, she cried for Jonathan all night.

During the day, Kylie worked at the Jorundale Real Estate Development Group. It was a company that handled numerous commercial and residential projects.

As soon as she arrived at the office this morning, her colleague, Lana Lewis, came over to gossip.

"Did you hear? We're getting a new CEO!"

"A new CEO?" Kylie was confused.

"You really don't keep up with what's happening with the higher-ups, huh?" With a sigh, Lana continued to explain. "The shareholders have changed, and the Sinclair Group is now the major shareholder. They're sending a new CEO to manage us."

Lana's face lit up with excitement as she spoke, practically glowing with anticipation.

"Are you seriously swooning over the new CEO?" Kylie asked, opening her computer as she gave Lana a puzzled look.

"Well, he's a total heartthrob! I bet no girl in the company will be able to resist him!"

Lana clasped her hands together as if in prayer, her mind filled with a fantasy, as though she was already imagining the new CEO noticing her.

Seeing Lana so dedicated to her admiration, Kylie couldn't help but feel curious, so she asked, "How handsome can he really be?"

"Seriously, he's stunning! Wait a sec, I'll show you a picture."

Lana quickly pulled out her phone and began searching for photos of the new CEO online.

In less than three seconds, Lana handed the phone to Kylie.

"Look, isn't he handsome? I'm calling him my new celebrity crush!"

Kylie glanced at the phone screen, and the familiar face of the man caught her eye.

His sharp nose, strong jawline, captivating eyes, thick dark hair—everything was so familiar to Kylie.

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