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Dalia's POv

I shoved the basket into Tracy's trembling hands. She wore a frown as she checked its unfinished content.

"He didn't…" she started to say, and I raised my hands to stop her.

"Don't say anything if you don't want me to sack you. Drop the basket in the trash can." I instructed. I had no use for them.

"All of it? Can I take the box?" She asked reluctantly.

There was no point in getting angry with her. "Do whatever you want and leave me alone!" Because if she doesn't, I may fire her and never take her back. She wasn't the cause of my problem, but everything in here makes me angry. West Inc. was the beginning of my woes, both maritally and mentally.

I shouldn't have fought to have Eros taste my food if I knew this was how he was going to respond. He just humiliated me by saying my food was the same as his best friend's. Doesn't he know that his best friend loves him? She is just using the "best friend" title as a cover. Everyone knew about it.

I fished out my phone. It's been a