"What's so great about Elise? She doesn't even love you! I'm the only one who truly loves you!"
"Have you forgotten about us? Have you forgotten that you promised to always be good to me?"
I had my assistant handle everything. Out of sight, out of mind.
She began to relentlessly pursue me. Outside the company building, in the parking lot, at my favorite restaurants, even at the doorstep of the home I shared with Elise.
I saw Susan again at a business cocktail party.
She took advantage of Elise's trip to the restroom, approaching me with a glass of wine in hand.
"Frost," she said, her eyes brimming with tears and her voice trembling, "Can we... can we go back to how things were? I can change, I can change anything for you..."
I looked at her, this face that once haunted my dreams, now reduced to desperation and humiliation. My heart didn't stir in the slightest; I even found it somewhat amusing.