Those words violently dragged Phoebe out of her dizzy spell and back into reality.
In his eyes, she was a married woman.
And he was a married man—a man who was even willing to surrender his child's naming rights for the woman he loved.
Jaxson was a very traditional man.
The Hayes family had a long legacy, and their surname represented that inheritance. A child was only truly recognized if they carried the Hayes name.
It was obvious how much pressure Jaxson must have faced to let his child take the mother's surname.
Lily had said Theo was around her age. Doing the math, Phoebe realized Theo was probably only a month younger than Lily.
One month.
That meant right after they broke up, Jaxson had immediately married someone else and had a child. It made Phoebe wonder if her leaving had happened at exactly the right time.
Was his wife the person who had been messaging him on that shopping app?
Or was it one of the many girls who were always trying to get his attention back then?
To Jaxson, she had just been a game. A joke.
And she still was, even now.
A bitter taste flooded Phoebe's mouth.
Every ounce of strength felt like it had been drained from her body. Powerless to push Jaxson away, the burning, bitter sting in her eyes overflowed. Massive tears slid silently down her cheeks, pooling between them and slipping right into the kiss.
It tasted salty, like seawater.
Jaxson let her go.
He reached up to wipe the dampness from his face, only to be met with a sharp, resounding slap across the cheek.
In the small confines of the storage room, the crisp sound echoed loudly.
The moment she struck him, Phoebe regretted it.
After all, Jaxson was her direct superior and the ultimate boss of the company. A single word from him could determine her salary and her career.
Her voice trembled. "Mr. Hayes, you crossed the line."
"Crossed the line?"
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