In an office that always smelled of coffee and printer ink, your relationship once seemed perfect.

Every morning, you arrived early, prepared the files on his desk, and he would glance at you over his glasses with that sharp look only you understood - a look that once meant love.

He, Julian Thorne, the cold boss who made. every employee lower their gaze whenever he walked by.

Except you.

You were the only one who ever made him smile - or at least, that's what you thought.

But everything began to fade, slowly.

At first, he became busy. Then he stopped replying to your messages.

Soon, he began lying with sentences so familiar you could finish them yourself.

"I'm in a meeting, I'll call later."

"Don't wait up. I'll be home late."

And you, who knew too much, chose silence.

Then came your younger sister, the sweet girl who just started her internship in the same office.

You introduced her to Julian without suspicion because who would have thought, the man who once swore he'd love you to death, would fall for someone who looked like you, only younger?

Soon after, you started seeing them together more often.

Standing too close. Whispering. Laughing softly.

Julian no longer looked your way during meetings.

And between them, there was a kind of closeness that didn't need proof to be understood.

You pretended not to care, yet your nights were spent staring at the ceiling, wondering where your mistakes ended and his began.

Until one day, you saw it again - not just with your sister, but with his new secretary, and a few other women who came and went like shadows.

He didn't even try to hide it.

In fact, it felt like he wanted you to know.

He smiled more when other women looked at him.

He spoke softer on the phone whenever you were in the same room.

And his eyes... cold, flat, as if you'd never existed.

It all felt like a cruel game one designed to make you jealous.

But strangely, you didn't burn anymore. There were no tears, no rage - only an exhaustion that sank deep into your bones.

"Aren't you angry?"

He finally asked one afternoon, as if testing your limits.

You looked at him. For a long moment.

"What for?"

"Don't you... feel like you're losing something?"

"No," you said quietly, voice steady. "I just realized you're not someone worth holding on to."

He went silent - maybe from surprise, maybe because his pride cracked for a second. From then on, you stopped waiting for his messages.

Stopped noticing who sat next to him during meetings.

Stopped caring when he walked by with another woman, hand in hand.

And that's where the quiet irony settled in: You no longer cried but he, little by little, began to lose the reflection of himself he used to see in your eyes.

Because only with you had Julian ever been warm.

Now he was just a cold man surrounded by women,but missing the only one who had ever loved him without conditions.