Our Three – Person Chat Only Had Two Speakers Chapter 04
A heavy ache bloomed in my chest, and I let out a soft laugh.
Right in front of them, I tossed the gift box into the trash.
“I don’t want the gift.”
“And I don’t want the key.”
I glanced at Ryan and Chloe.
“As for you two, I don’t want you either.”
With that, I grabbed my bag, opened the door, and prepared to leave.
Ryan seemed to lose it, chasing after me and shouting,
“Mia, what do you actually want?”
“We’re practically begging you, isn’t that enough?”
I shot him a cold look over my shoulder.
Too disillusioned to say another word, I just walked away.
After that day, Ryan and Chloe didn’t reach out, not even in private.
The group chat was still buzzing with their conversations, but they never mentioned me again, and I never posted.
We maintained this eerie silence.
Until the day I officially quit. I finished my final
paperwork, planning to head straight to the airport.
Tuscany was just a place; I could go alone.
Ryan was waiting downstairs with a tearful Chloe.
I glanced at them, planning to ignore them, and ordered an Uber.
But they rushed over.
Ryan opened with an accusation,
“Mia, don’t you think you’re going too far?”
“Just because we had a fight, you’re retaliating against
Chloe at work? Call the vendor right now and tell her to drop the complaint.”
Chloe begged through her tears,
“Mia, I’m sorry. I worked so hard for this job, please let me off the hook.”
“If that vendor keeps pushing, I’ll get fired.”
I looked at them both.
“I didn’t put her up to this. She messed up at work; I shouldn’t have to clean up her messes every time. If you make a mistake, fix it and apologize. Crying to me won’t help!”
But Chloe only grew more agitated.
She grabbed my clothes, about to drop to her knees.
“Mia, I get it. I’ll make it up to you, I’ll apologize. I’ll
get on my knees, just let me go. I’ll never contact Ryan
again. But I really can’t lose this job, I don’t want to go back home.”
Ryan pulled her up, the two of them struggling until she steadied herself. Ryan glared at me.
“Mia, are you done acting crazy? Do we all have to get
on our knees and beg before you’re satisfied? Fix
Chloe’s problem, apologize properly, and we can still
make this work.”
“Otherwise, I can’t marry you!”
I suddenly laughed.
“Then we won’t.”
I pulled open the Uber door, got in, and the car drove off.
In the rearview mirror, Ryan stood frozen, as if he couldn’t believe I actually left.
He reached for his phone, but Chloe stopped him, and they started wrestling again.
I looked away.
My heart didn’t ache; I just felt free.
A while later, Ryan sent a few texts.
[Where did you go?]
[Chloe won’t stop crying. Her issue isn’t fixed, where are you?]
[Mia, stop being so stubborn. Let’s both cool down, I’ll come to your place later!]
Come to my place?
Where would he even look?
I put my phone away with a wry smile, not bothering to reply.
Once seated on the plane, Ryan called.
He’d probably figured out I moved.
I didn’t answer. I snapped a picture of the wing and posted it,
[Ryan and I have broken up. FYI.]
Then I switched my phone to airplane mode.
It didn’t matter anymore.
A three–person relationship is too crowded.
From now on, I was walking alone.