Page 101 of Surrendering to the Obsession

“Janet, stop thinking about money!” he snapped sharply. “Christie and I already collected enough! We HAVE the money for the surgery! But your mom’s condition is getting worse every minute. We need to go to the hospital.Now. You have to sign the consent form for the operation!”

Janet stared at him for a second—then suddenly stepped back and slapped him across the face, hard.

“Get lost!” she screamed.

Christie gasped loudly, frozen in shock. “What the hell are you doing, Janet?! Have you lost your mind?!”

Janet remained silent and awkwardly still.

Christie’s anger kept rising as she snapped furiously, her voice trembling with frustration.

“Your mom is in the hospital fighting for her life, and you disappeared!” Christie shouted. “You didn’t pick up any of our calls! We tried texting you, calling you nonstop, but you ignored everything. You never came back to the hospital even once since you left! What thefuckis wrong with you? That is your mom!”

Victor’s face was also twisted with anger. “Janet, we already collected the medical expenses! We told you there’s no need to worry about the money. Christy and I have been running around the hospital these past few days, signing papers, talking to doctors, taking care of your mom and here you are—standing in front of your old company. Doing what?!”

His voice rose sharply. “What the hell do you want from him? What the fuck are you even trying to do?!”

Christie grabbed Janet’s shoulders roughly, shaking her. “Your mom is about to die and you are still not coming to your senses?! She’s lying in a hospital bed waiting to see you, and you didn’t even come once to check on her!”

But Janet wasn’t listening.

Her mind was spiraling. Her eyes kept darting toward the main road, then back to the company entrance, over and over again, scanning for Alexander’s car, hoping to see him, waiting, as if Alexander could appear any second.

“Why isn’t Alexander coming to save me this time? Just like last time… why isn’t he coming?” Her breath grew shaky as she stared at the building. “Is it because he saw that now I have a boyfriend? Is he angry? Is he avoiding me because I’m engaged to Victor? Is that why he doesn’t want to see me?”

Her eyes finally focused on Victor, and something snapped inside her.

Her face twisted with panic and desperation as she shouted, “I want to break up with you.”

Victor froze, staring at her in disbelief. Christie’s mouth fell open, horrified, as if Janet had completely lost her mind.

But Janet continued, her voice shaking, frantic, not stopping for a second. “I don’t want to be with you. Let’s break this engagement. I don’t want to be your fiancée anymore.”

With shaking fingers, she ripped off the ring Victor had placed on her hand and threw it at his chest.

“This is the ring you gave me when you proposed. I don’t want it. Take it back and get lost.”

She raised her voice, almost screaming now.

“I want to break up! Did you hear me? I do not want to be with you anymore!”

Victor looked at her with pure shock, his eyes wide as if he couldn’t believe the words coming out of Janet’s mouth. For a moment he stayed frozen, then finally he spoke in a disbelieving voice, frustration rising with every second.

“What is wrong with you? Are you still the Janet I fell in love with?” he asked, his voice trembling with anger.

He dragged a hand through his hair, breathing hard, and then a cold look appeared on his face. “Your mother is in the hospital, Janet. And you… you have no sense of responsibility to save her?”

His voice cracked as he continued.

“We already have enough money to treat her, but you’re still waiting for someone else to lend you money?For what?! Why the hell are you still looking for someone else to borrow money from? What do you even need money for when we have already cleared all the damn bills?”

His voice dropped to a low, pained whisper. “If it was just about money, did you really have to break up with me just to borrow money from him?”

Disappointment completely drowned the anger on his face.

“Alright,” he said, stepping back, shoulders slumping. “Since that’s what you want… I agree. Our relationship is over.” He swallowed hard. “You’re not my fiancée anymore.”

His voice was cold. He pointed sharply towards the road.