---- Chapter 7 "you're always like this, Nara. Always so cold and overbearing. "You're crazy." The words hit like a slap, and even Randall seemed shocked by what he'd said. Regret flickered across his face as he tried to soften his tone. "Nara, I didn't mean that. I misspoke." He let go of Macy's hand and took a step toward me, trying to steady me as I swayed on my feet. However, I couldn't hear him anymore. A sharp ringing filled my ears. I finally understood why Randall had fallen for someone like Macy. He hated my strength, my sharp edges, preferring women who were soft and fragile-someone who ---- needed his protection. He had forgotten something, though. The life we'd built together didn't come from softness. It was forged by my resourcefulness during the late nights at the negotiation table. That wasn't something shameful. That was my journey. Even as I tried to remind myself of that, my head pounded relentlessly. The room spun, and before I blacked out, I managed to say one last thing. "Randall, let's get a divorce." When I opened my eyes again, the hospital room was silent. Randall sat beside me, pulling the blanket up to my chest. His eyes were red and swollen, like he'd been crying. "Michael stopped by earlier," he said softly. "He ---- wanted to stay, but you were still unconscious. He said he'll visit again when you're feeling better." The sharp scent of antiseptic lingered in the air. Randall reached out to press a hand to my forehead. "Why didn't you tell me you were sick? The doctor said you've been running a fever. "And what about the other day? Why were you at the hospital?" "Is there anything else you're not telling me? For once, he wasn't hovering around Macy. Instead, he'd stayed by my side, fussing over me like a doting husband. Though his late show of concern was worth less than nothing to me. "Stop pretending, Randall. You heard what I said before I fainted." He ignored me and gently brushed my hair back. " I've already asked Macy to resign. Her work