You Complete Me novel (Skylar and Coralie)

"Your lover is not Coralie? I guess you don't really have good taste. I think Coralie is a fine woman."

When he heard that Director Lane's mistress was not Coralie Chariott, Manager Zenford seemed to be a little relieved and had even changed the way he would address Coralie.

"I don't have a lover. Thank you."

Coralie stressed that her husband's extramarital affair and her divorce were all private matters which she had never thought of taking it to the public nor sharing it with the people in the company, especially to these men who treated extramarital affairs as a normal thing.

"Anyway, why don't you leave Coralie?" Manager Zenford was straightforward with Coralie. "If you can't find a job later, you can come to me, but..."

Coralie saw that Manager Zenford's eyes were different. On the other side, Yuna who was blushing because of his touching, started looking at Coralie with a burning and hostile stare once she heard what Manager Zenford was suggesting.

"I understand. I'll go."

She turned around and walked straight out of the office.

In this small company, Manager Zenford was the one with the most power. She totally understood what he was suggesting. If she couldn't even figure this out, her time in the company for the past few years would be in vain.

In addition to the look in Yuna's eyes just now, Coralie knew that no matter what decision she had made, she could no longer stay in this company.

When Coralie returned to the office, Director Lane's wife was still there. She was having a chat with Shania, showing off how considerate her husband was and how excellent her child was.

But what was more tragic was that the people in the company knew about the true nature of their husbands.

Even if he was not a jerk, he still lacked a sense of responsibility.

While Coralie was packing her things up, she remembered something Howard's mother once said...

"There's no man in this world that does not cheat."

Maybe all men were the same.

"Ouch, looks like the mistress just got herself fired."

Shania said in a proud tone as she looked at Coralie who was packing up her own things at her desk.

"You deserve to be fired! You better stay away from my husband."

Director Lane's wife, who was standing aside, felt relieved.

Coralie lowered her head and sorted out her things. She ignored them. Other than a mug and some snacks, there was nothing else. She didn't have many things so she packed them within a short time. She stood up as she carried her belongings in her arms and smiled at Shania and Director Lane's wife. "I'm leaving. Watch out for your husbands."

Shania had a weakness. As soon as Coralie mentioned this, she wanted to argue with her. Coralie ignored her, but when Shania was walking towards her, Coralie streched out her leg... "Bang!"

"Ouch!"

Shania fell onto the ground with her face down.

Coralie did not look back and went straight out of the company.

The sun was blazing. She took a bus home, took a shower and changed her clothes. Then she started sending out job applications on the Internet continuously.

She had sent out a dozen of applications at a time.

After all, the relationship between her and Skylar Holland made her feel very uneasy.

Except for her mother and brother, she didn't dare to spend any of the money that she had received from Skylar. She was afraid that one day, Skylar might go back on his words and would ask her to return the money.

That evening, there was no food at home so she changed into a simple set of clothes and went downstairs to buy a bowl of noodles which had cost her 3 dollars. After having her dinner, she went over to the hospital to visit her mother and brother.

The area where Coralie was living was very old. There were no street lights. When she came back from the hospital, she had to rely on the moonlight to avoid dog poops on the ground. When she finally reached home, it was already past 10 o'clock.

She took a bath, and sat on the sofa with her hands wrapped around her legs.

Divorce, unemployed, and family in the hospital.

It couldn't get any worse, could it?

"Bang bang bang!"

Coralie was daydreaming when her door was suddenly banged hard.

Someone was banging the door.

"Bang bang bang!"

Without waiting for Coralie's response, the people outside began to bang the door again.

Coralie carefully moved to the door and stared through the peephole. Because it was an old neighborhood, there were no lights in the corridor. So, with the faint moonlight, she could only see a tall figure swaying outside of the door.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The door was knocked on repeatedly. The door was at least a few decades old. Coralie could see with her eyes that the door was shaking under the constant knocking.

No one knew that she was living here, there shouldn't be anyone looking for her.

Coralie leaned against the door and recalled the news that she had seen on TV about a woman who lived alone had her door broken through. She was then robbed and killed. "Open the door! Open the door!"

The person outside had finally spoken!

It was a stranger's voice, strong and fierce. She could imagine that the person was a brawny man.

However, his voice was a little shaky, it seemed like he was drunk.

"If you don't open the door, I'll smash it open!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The person outside clamored, and then, as expected, he began smashing the door again.

Coralie saw that the door was barely holding up and was about to be smashed open. For the first time, she had felt so helpless. She switched on her phone and flipped through her scarce contacts. Two years of married life had completely changed her life. She almost had no friends.

She hesitated for a long time, not knowing whether to contact Howard or Skylar...

"Open the door! Let me in!"

The drunk man shouted again. Coralie was so scared that her hand trembled. She accidentally pressed on the phone. She saw that it was dialing Skylar's phone number.

Coralie wanted to hang up, but she heard the terrifying knock on the door.

She couldn't die now, she still had to take care of her mother and brother.

"Hello."

The phone rang for four times before it was picked up. A man's low voice came from the other end of the call. The voice seemed a little annoyed.

"Sky, Skylar... Help, help me..."

Coralie held the phone tightly and her voice was shaking. She hid in the corner of her bedroom, trying to stay away from the door as far as possible, but her room was small. Even if she was far away, she could still hear the loud smashing sound on the door.

"What's wrong?"

His voice didn't become more gentle because of her trembling voice, but instead it became colder and more indifferent.

At this moment, Coralie was overwhelmed by fear that she didn't notice the impatience and indifference in his voice. He was the only person she could call for.

"Come to my house, please, come to my house. Someone is smashing my door!"

Coralie curled up in the corner of the room and talked incoherently. The smashing sound on the door was deafening and the loud shouting voice of the drunkard had really frightened her. This small wooden door wouldn't be able to withstand the kicking of a man and it looked like it would soon be smashed open.

"Your house?"

"Yes, I beg you. Come, please come."

Coralie couldn't care less now, and judging from her voice, she was obviously crying. In the dark night, under the dim light of the room, she was alone at home, and someone was knocking on the door. For the first time in her life, she felt so scared that she needed someone to save her.

"Who's on the line, Skylar?"

When Coralie was focused on waiting for his answer, a woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"It's so late now. There's a woman with him..."

Apart from sex, Coralie couldn't think of any other possibility.

"Sorry to bother you."

Before Skylar could answer, Coralie hung up the phone without any hesitation.

Her heart, however, felt a little pinch.

"Bang bang bang!"

Outside, the vigorous knocking was still going on. Coralie could only hold onto her phone tightly and hid herself under the blanket.

She was mocking at herself.

Coralie, Coralie, weren't you clear about your position? You are only a temporary wife that someone had rented. What qualifications did you have to compete with other women? Besides, how could he have the time to care about you? Coralie thought to herself.