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“I’m really sorry for what happened.”

“Why are you apologizing? It’s not your fault.”

“Because that vile lady found a reason for you to walk out on Remy.”

“She did, but I can’t blame her for the entire situation. It was all me and the decision that I made. I should have been honest from the start with Remy, telling him that you were sick to even his mom's proposal. I thought I could handle everything, but it backfired.”

“Baby, don’t be so hard on yourself. Yes, you made a bad decision, and you faced the consequences; you’re still facing them, but at the end of the day, you got through it, and it made you stronger.”

“But it made Remy not trust me anymore.”

“That’s true, but maybe once he knows the real reason behind everything, he’ll understand.”

“There’s one thing that I don’t regret from this situation.”

“What’s that?”

“Helping you get a second chance with your life. I don’t know what I would have done if you had died.”

“Oh, baby, that’s something you don’t have to worry about. I’m in good health now and doing better than ever.”

“Which I’m grateful for. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I hugged him, as he caressed my back. “And believe me, you and Remy will find a way back together. You were able to before, so it’ll happen again.”

“I’m not so sure this time.”

“If it’s meant to be, it will.”

I knew my dad was right, but deep down, I knew Remy wouldn’t forgive me this time. That’s something that I would have to live with.

CHAPTER 17

Remy

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fter everything that had happened, I still had several businesses to run, so I needed to be focused. Thank goodness Abuela’s party was on a Friday, so I had two days not to look at Porsha, but I knew I had to once I walked into Oxford Monday morning. I greeted Jenni and Helen before heading to my office. I saw several employees staring at me, wondering why they were when I got closer to Porsha’s office. I noticed through the windows that she had a box and was putting some of her belongings into it. I opened the door, which shocked her.

“What are you doing?” I asked while closing the door.

“What do you think? I’m quitting,” she said, throwing a picture frame into the box.

“Can we talk first?”

“Why? You said all you had to say at your home.”

She continued putting things into the box when I gently touched her hand. She looked up at me as she slowly put down the paperweight she had in her hand.

“I’m doing you the favor of firing me by turning in my resignation. We both know I can’t work for you.”

“Did I say that? Yes, I was upset and hurt about what happened, but I didn’t say anything about firing you.”

“But we’re not going to be able to work together.”

“We can still be professional, Porsha.”

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